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

August 8th, 2026 We interrupt this inappropriate and raunchy sometimes site for a moment of Zen and spirit fulfillment. Prison's premiere (far as I know) sassified gonzo journalist is kicking it New Age now? Not so much, but like those onions I put in popcorn pouches to re-nuke with sugar and peppers over in Recipes, I got layers, Cousins. Already told y'all about me studying at the Healing Arts Academy. Spirit is important to me. Being a deep thinker of the critical per