This one really struck me this morning. The writer, although a bad speller, was very eloquent. It was very touching. I guess, if nothing else, at least towards the end of his life, he was able to pull himself together and repair what little relationship they had. To bad, as always it would seem, looking back at it now it seemed to little to late.
So many people just throw their lives away with and for drugs. I understand addiction, bit I guess I am having difficulty processing the "why' of it all.