9/11/18

"I was at this guy's house." - Henry Rollins

I was at this guy’s house. I met this girl who was hanging out
there. She was real pretty, she had brown eyes and dark hair. She
was soft-spoken and real nice. I know that everyone has their
own life and they can do what they want and you shouldn’t think
anything of it or anything. But man, I couldn’t help but flinch a
little when I saw all those needle marks in her arm, they looked
so sore. Hateful little holes. I wanted to say something, but I
didn’t.

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