larrypaulbrown He’s in a bar reeking of spilled whiskey, stale cigarettes, urine in the hallway; the stool next to his hosts a woman intent on scoring; she’s lonely. Fumbling in his pocket fo…
Source: ADDICTION’S HELL
Just another traveler on life's highway hanging out in the slow lane. It's quiet, it's peaceful. Beyond the horizon is rest calling my name. Green pastures, still waters, my cup runneth over.
