Words are like pearls! Let us choose them carefully. Each word has its own value. When we speak it should influence others. Otherwise it is better not to speak. In such cases silence is gold. Our respect will increase in the minds of others. Talk less and work more. Work is Worship. Duty is Divine. Your work alone gives you happiness. Happiness is part of our life. Be happy and enjoy your journey.
The story is solid, and painful, moving towards what was an inevitable conclusion and filled with the personalized grief that misses no one, like those bullets or those pills.
So sad people will go to those Ex streams to secure what they need but big Pharma has created monsters that will go to any length to not feel anything. Sad but true…
my heart is in my mouth. And I've said that before about your writing.
Thank you. Thank you for reading when you have a lot going on
Words are like pearls! Let us choose them carefully. Each word has its own value. When we speak it should influence others. Otherwise it is better not to speak. In such cases silence is gold. Our respect will increase in the minds of others. Talk less and work more. Work is Worship. Duty is Divine. Your work alone gives you happiness. Happiness is part of our life. Be happy and enjoy your journey.
I am certainly attempting to enjoy the journey. Thank you
Such a sad story.
Sad, because it has happened so often we all seem to know someone.
Small towns which are safe, until suddenly they aren't.
People, happy in their ignorance, until evil crosses their lines and vomits.
Painkillers, to me, are just another tool.
Shoot, when I broke my ankle at 14, they didn't give me anything.
I used them when I was badly burned, but hated the side effects.
Being burned is incredibly painful and the big Vicodins barely took the edge off, but they were necessary when I had to stretch back out.
The irony is Big Pharma said they weren't addictive!
Then why did I know so many who always had them nearby?
Scars are permanent, but painkillers were left behind as soon as practicable.
I almost threw in a rip at Big Pharma but I figured the story spoke to it.
I hear burns are the worst. Glad you survived it
The story is solid, and painful, moving towards what was an inevitable conclusion and filled with the personalized grief that misses no one, like those bullets or those pills.
Another brilliant piece.
So good!
Why is the narrator narrating if he is dead? I know that fiction is illogical. But please explain.
BTW, I am putting this in my swipe file for Project Dylan reference.
You can get shot and not die. He says he's about to get out of rehab for the second time. Plenty of clues he's alive.
Opioids are brutal.
So sad people will go to those Ex streams to secure what they need but big Pharma has created monsters that will go to any length to not feel anything. Sad but true…