January 1970
Oh No;
I am in need of a cigarette.
Oh so very badly.
Promises, Oh How They Fail To Keep;
I don’t remember everything… I remember sitting quietly on the couch one second and suddenly sitting on your lap the next. Your words, oh how they tugged at the strings of my aching heart. You promised to take care of me, the first one is sixteen years. I could have gotten up, I could have simply left you there all alone… I refused to. That night I made another promise to myself,...