Years ago, I discovered that unlike God a man actually can build a world in seven days, and he can destroy it in a heartbeat. This was back when I was just getting hooked on dope and young enough to know everything.
I spent a week hiding out in my old cargo van in a Walmart parking lot, sharing a needle with the only girl I ever thought I could love. We slept on a makeshift mattress of grimy utility blankets, survived on McDonald’s and Marlboro Reds, and stayed hydrated with a case of rum bought on a stranger’s credit…
The Last Turd
Nauseous.
