Now it was time to return... «Scar Tissue»
xwo29 августа 2023Now it was time to return home and finish my work and concentrate on my sobriety. Instead, I did the opposite. My house had been tainted, and it was the perfect little isolation castle at the top of the hill. I had a gate down below, so no one could get up to the door. I decided it would be a good bad idea to start getting into the cocaine and heroin zone again. I ended up finding this Mexican billiards place downtown that was a full-service stop. I didn't have to go up to the corners, I didn't have to buy stuff right on the street or go to different guys, I could just go in there and grab a beer, and when they finished their pool game, they'd come by with gumball-machine containers filled with rock cocaine and heroin balloons. Occasionally, I'd see somebody I didn't want to see, some young white males from Hollywood who might recognize me, but I had taken to pulling my hair up under a baseball cap and wearing glasses, and that was a pretty good disguise.
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