BadBinks

When your cooking is more desired than you’ll ever be. You’d think it’d be a good feeling since it’s still you but it’s not.

Looking back, it’s hard to believe we were able to make it through the roughest of times.

I miss the drugs. That odor less smoke. Twisting the pipe with the bulb side to side to melt it evenly and suck in all those chemicals to feel numb and content. To just be with time passing by with no concerns.