A Story About Drugs

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“You smell that?” Christian exhales after knocking on the front door of his mother’s house. We arrived just as the sun was falling over the west, giving the sky that purplish-orange glow you can only get in California. Kids were yelling off in the distance somewhere, enjoying their final minutes of fun before the streetlights signaled them home.

My nose was so coke crusted and congested that I couldn’t smell anything. I’d been mouth breathing and blowing out chunks of...

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