Third and final installment of the junkie stories:

Looking at him that day, I didn’t recognize the bogeyman of my childhood nightmares; it was hard to imagine why the kids in the family had always scattered from every room he entered, why the women avoided his company, why the grown men moved carefully out of his way. click for more

These essays were commissioned and scheduled last summer. It is odd that the series finished in the same week Bowie died, but fitting: my aunt would have been amused by the coincidence.

Ashes to Ashes