He was Handsome, and very good criminal.
It was hot, the wax was melting off the trees.
When I first met Candy, those were like the days of "juice" when everything was bountiful.
I wasn't trying to wreck Candy's life. I was trying to make mine better.
The future was a thing that gleamed, the present was so very very good...
We had a lot going for us. We'd found the secret glue that held all things together. In a perfect place, where the noise did not intrude, our world was so very complete.
They say for every ten years you've been a junkie, you'll have spent seven of them waiting. On the one hand it was nice having all that time to think. On the other, anxiety was a full time job.
Everything we ever did, we did with the best of intentions. But events tumbled and the years piled up. The world is very bewildering to a junkie.
The world was full of startling new concepts. I couldn't think; I couldn't breathe. I was waiting for her to come back because she was everything. She was everything to me.
When you can stop, you don't want to. When you want to stop, you can't.
This is Jorge. Very limited English, but very large penis! Isn't that right Jorge?