Chapter Two September 1st, 2026 Mom's death didn't get sympathy cards. While they hugged, cried, and ate ham sandwiches on her sofa, not one of my her family members reached out to her only child. One aunt lied and told her she'd stick by me as Mom died. That while she consumed her pain-pills by fistfuls, and needed her, as a respected "caregiver" read: junkie. Her racket for many years has been assisting the sick while herself and a close friend liquidate med cabinets.

Chapter One August 31st, 2026 Three years back Mom died with me behind this prisoner's fence. Thus marking the cruelest moment of my life not only accounting to me robbing myself of being beside the foremost figure of my life's topography I rented a body off of, during an event making me aware grief prior was practice and their expressions melodrama. This brought on sadness returning childhood's tears with sobs like accompanying being in the meat department, daydrea

I need vent time. Emotions ran high this week at the 'Point on all the levels. Metric fuck-tons of bad actors were booted ("shipped" in the nomenclature) to other quality dumps. Two guys I was fond of, casting large shadows on my yard boarded the bus for Lee County. Controversial they could be, but I was treated swell. Deuce said I was "the coldest cook on the yard", and honestly I loved making anything for that boy to see the ecstasy on his gorgeous shit-kicker country mug.