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 a road less traveled. It's quiet, it's peaceful. Beyond the horizon is rest calling my name ……green pastures, still waters, my cup overflows.
