“I began experimenting with pot a couple of months before my mom passed away. I was out all the time with my friends, smoking weed and hiding from reality, as I’ve mentioned before.
I tried to forget about the hospital bed in our apartment, where the shadow of my best friend waited patiently to die —a skeleton under a thin sheet, wheezing through dry, cracked lips beneath sunken eyes and a hairless skull.”
“I began experimenting with pot a couple of months before my mom passed away. I was out all the time with my friends, smoking weed and hiding from reality, as I’ve mentioned before.
I tried to forget about the hospital bed in our apartment, where the shadow of my best friend waited patiently to die —a skeleton under a thin sheet, wheezing through dry, cracked lips beneath sunken eyes and a hairless skull.”