Denial Will Not Serve the Situation


The meth driven lifestyle I’ve given my entirety to has once again culminated in another instance of me quickly gathering and packing up my stuff with minimal discussion with - eye contact - or acknowledgment of any other naked tweaker in the room with me; then once my spun-ass has cleared the threshold of whatever sordid dwelling we were currently occupying, the adrenaline finally releases and floods my automatic nervous system and I fucking BOOK it at full throttle.. All the while bringing myself to near hyperventilation.

This time, it was from a homeless nest on the 19th floor of Reunion Hotel in Downtown Dallas.