You will know where you are and where you came from, and you will make informed choices about how you will walk this road of yours.
Today, I can clearly see my addictions for what they truly were: ancient sages in dark robes, and shamans dressed in demonic costumes.
I blindly accepted the pills, grateful for the ride to be over. I was unaware that a new, horrifying ride was on its way.
Father Gary stood under his umbrella, reading scriptures from the Bible as everyone continued to cry a sad cry. Greg was only 28 years old when he overdosed. He had just been released from doing a three-month vacation in the county when he died in the bed of a girl who was merely a stranger to ...