I used to blame my stepmom for my father’s death. Not that she actually killed him, but I saw her as an accomplice. They were both drunks, from what I remember. Then again… I’ve blocked out so much of my childhood that only bits and pieces come through. It wasn’t until maybe eight years after…
Tomorrow Never Came.
After a long night of partying on South Beach with everybody tryna escape reality—using drugs and alcohol to mute their thoughts and emotions, I too was still throwing back shots at 6am, finally leaving the after hours spot. I was 21, alone in Miami, living “The Life” as my friends back home would call it.…
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