Stumbling over the Edge
Stumbling over the Edge
The next week I felt numb. My father came on visiting day, but I didn’t really hear what he had to say.
Lover nurse brought me more pudding, and we messed around a few times during his breaks.
But mostly, I smoked. The more numb I became during therapy sessions, the more drugs they gave me. I think that’s what I wanted all along.
It was not until that next Thursday, after visiting day, that he…
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