Gearhart, Oregon 2014 by Claire Richards

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Gearhart, Oregon 2014 by Claire Richards
Drinking alone in excess makes me happy and sad.
What is life after reading these.
Well that fucked me up
Is this dog okay
Someone isn't happy with their reincarnation
Richard Gaston - Kearvaig
The Space Needle and the Olympic Mountains
I don’t know why.. But I really like this.
I’m absolutely in love with this.
15 mars 2015, Thorsvaldseyri près d’Eyjafjallajökull, Islande
puppy can’t get up ramp
“I was in college when I started. I was going to school and working at a print shop. There was a drug point outside of my apartment building. I played basketball with the guy who ran it. He told me: ‘I’ve got one night open, and I’m going to offer it to you first.’ My shift was on Friday, 6pm to 6am. We sold weed, heroin, and crack. I made $500 that first night. I was nineteen. My girlfriend wasn’t sure about it, but I bought her some high heels with the money, and I promised her I’d keep working at the print shop. After a few weeks, Saturday and Sunday opened up too. Then Wednesday. I started making 2k, then 3k, then 5k per week. I went to register for my next semester of college, but the line was too long, so I never went back. I didn’t have to wake up at 7 AM anymore. I could wake up whenever I wanted. The money made me feel powerful. People would stop talking when I began to talk. I could give an old lady $100 to pay her light bill. I could give kids $50 to go to the movies. The guy who first offered me the job had a house, and kids, and cars, and a motorcycle. He’d been working for twenty years with no problem. I thought: ‘Why can’t that be me?’” (Federal Correctional Complex: Hazelton, West Virginia)
I hate our country's "war" on drugs
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