Footprints in the Sand
I was becoming moody. Three months had passed since our collision. Having decreased my narcotic dose, I was more lucid, which allowed me to remember more of my daily pain. Misery was normal. Moodiness…
I was becoming moody. Three months had passed since our collision. Having decreased my narcotic dose, I was more lucid, which allowed me to remember more of my daily pain. Misery was normal. Moodiness…
I was becoming moody. Three months had passed since our collision. Having decreased my narcotic dose, I was more lucid, which allowed me to remember more of my daily pain. Misery was normal. Moodiness…
I was becoming moody. Three months had passed since our collision. Having decreased my narcotic dose, I was more lucid, which allowed me to remember more of my daily pain. Misery was normal. Moodiness…
Two weeks ago, on a Thursday, I was leaving an appointment an hour from my home when I pulled into a well known fast food establishment. Already disappointed that this drive through was the last place I could stop before…
Two weeks ago, on a Thursday, I was leaving an appointment an hour from my home when I pulled into a well known fast food establishment. Already disappointed that this drive through was the last place I could stop before…
Two weeks ago, on a Thursday, I was leaving an appointment an hour from my home when I pulled into a well known fast food establishment. Already disappointed that this drive through was the last place I could stop before…