trying to help my sister kick smack.
thought i was doing the right thing.
turns out she just wanted to get out of my parent's house before they got back from vacation and found out she had totally trashed their house.
spent a week with her day and night before i realized it was a fucking scam.
there's nothing worse than trying to help a junkie who doesn't even want help.
she took off at the end of the second week. i ended up having her Baker Acted.
when she was picked up, it was on a street in tampa known for prostitution, in front of a seedy ass motel.
we were real close growing up, but since then i don't have much to do with her.
she's been "clean" off and on since then (this was in 2001), but currently is AWOL; hasn't seen her three year old son in a few weeks.
i've spent the time since then waiting for the call that says she OD'd or was murdered while hustlin' her ass.
there's love in my heart for her, but sometimes it's better to let people go.
phareye Reviewed by phareye on . Bad Times Lately, times have been good. But, that got me to thinking. Times weren't always so good. In fact, there's been so times that flat-out fucking sucked. So let's share. I'll start. A dewey-eyed youth I was. Blissfully out of high school, lightly pressured to get a job. Just me and Dad, living at home. The stepfamily had just divorced off and moved out. This was not the bad. This was the good. Rating: 5