stuff was a different

story. He’d stay up all

night, eating zip, bowling

and snorting line after line.

Rent money, right up the nose.

We used to

do coke, till “Just

Say No” put the stuff

out of reach. Now it’s crank.

Meth. The monster. It’s a bitch

on the body, but damn do you fly.

You Fly Until You Crash

Two

days,

&

nbsp; two

nights,

no

sleep,

no

food,

come

down

off

the

monster,

you

crash

real

hard.

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