Cold Turkey

When this is posted call it Cold Turkey.... That's how I did it, wasn't it? 

A completely True Story

It was Gilbert who cooked heroin but never did the time for his crime because charges where never pressed. His friends/neighbors covered for him! When he lived on Court St. And the cross St was Myrtle "that's why a guilty conscience signs up to do jail time." He respected me by making sure I wasn't the guinea pig for what came out of the kitchen. "I have to do pills to fuck a guy like that" were the words that came out of Staci's mouth when she told me about fucking "Drew" two years ago. See, girls forget what they say when they are telling a lie.... Except the one that heard it! 

When I worked in the mall, What you didn't know, is that I have been called by the military for years. (As a source of entertainment) guys would come by and be like "wanna do a show?" Boys do stupid things and pay ridiculous amounts for a little tail in their face. It wasn't hard to trace my old phone records!!! Paper trails, fuck wow! The URL's is how uploads and downloads are traceable. It's sad when it's from one source. Can't somebody come up with something better? Does me in the flesh look better than what is imagined on your screen?!? 

The other side to my work was the exchanging of money. I completely saw Noman give Travis product in exchange to buy Staci a pack of smokes. When she asked me for some I completely knew the drill and nicely told her to get lost. 

On break outside..... "the talk" were sell pitches!!! Every single look and syllable was like nails on a chalk board. "me and Gilbert talked last night." my response was "Really what did he say about me?" I thought a reminder in your coffin of who had let you over dose was a nice token of my blessing to "go to hell!"

The drive to a motel in the green van was the set up! "Thank you" were the words I read off a Phone in a message sent from Travis. It's so silly to think that my whole plan was to sit down all of these people across from Cindy and Nata allowing the mix up to happen..... "who could keep their story straight?" would have been the challenge. Oh, well maybe people should stay out of my way and stop thinking they can help. I do my own dirty work, "with a look of unbelief" Aka OMG! 

"when you meet your maker let me know" because when I met mine he told me a secret...."ride the crazy train" 

When I slept inside a Building with faces trying to help me believe I was crazy, I asked for one person to be my advocate. His name is Pastor Brian, the reason I asked for him was because I knew that I had sat in his living room trying to obey his teachings ever since that day in October I dedicated Lily to the church. "they sent me mother instead" 

"I'm looking for a father" was what I said when I sat in front of the coin table. After that I sat next to Betty, then of course I had my usual appointment with Brian. 
All of the people I had trusted called me names innumerable times! 

The so called Gypsy's in Fresno, were only doing what a Dr. would have done by Keeping my body alive because my Heart was broken! Rashes were popping up all over because they didn't know what med.'s I was allergic to. "where did this come from?" was a question I asked often to the person who had given it to me. 

"A person won't stay unless you given them a good reason to"

I remember a story that was once told of what Pastor Brian did before he changed his lifestyle. Well, let's just say "I'm the reason men make drugs." 

Jem has to read to Mrs. Dubose for a month, everyday for 2 hours. (pg.106) 

Pg.111 "Mrs. Dubose was a morphine addict and was trying to get off it before she died. And she did." 

- In the candy Box there was a white, waxy, perfect camellia. It was a snow-on-the-mountain. 

"I was gonna be Staci's date to her mom's wedding" was the last straw. "but I was in Oregon" that I heard off my IPhone. I live in the same house that brought an end to Romeo and Juliet.

I was dropped off here when I asked Nata "Why are you crying?" he just wiped away the tears.... Knowing the practical joke had gone to far. When I last talked to him I asked for his full name. "to you I will always be King of the dance" 

Thank you because I don't know what you did or said (I don't think you do either) "that gave me a reason to write my wrongs and Live" 

When my Pa died, I stood next to my family and didn't cry. Why would I cry at someone else's? 

"Stephanie come here and get a new profile picture." 

A mission Statement: fuck it I wrote the book