I've seen thieves, blood suckers, stab me in the back friends and overtly co-dependant relationships, loneliness, ten year old dealers, twelve year old junkies, couch potatoes and corporate America, art school apathy, prostitutes for friends, starvation stick me in the gut, shaky shivering, chills, clammy palms, sweat dripping off elbows, crack grins, crooked bones, cons, pain past hope, resourcefulness beyond imagination, more sickness and depravity, sleep deprivation, highs and bottoms below basement floors, filthy rigs and dirty cup water, flashing lights and midnight searches, OD’s, dead junkies, hopeful parents, tears, sticky sweet smiles, bundles and bricks, penniless pals, twenty dollar dreams, lost, lost, lost, brokenness, resignation, restoration, the boring life, the lulls and little middle portions that just drag, exhaustion, white flags waived, hearts full up of hope, the most loving family I could ever want, institutions, rehabs, selfless love, sacrifice, God, answered prayer and forty one impossibly adventurous souls set on revolution, ready to love me regardless of all of the above.
