it has been close to eight months since i left spokane. it had to be cold turkey or i wouldn't have been able to slay the demon that i had wrapped my arms around. my vice had such a hold of me. my vice had it's fingers wrapped soo tightly around my throat that i forgot how to do anything except impatiently wait for the fingers to loosen just enough for me to gasp in a gulp of fresh air ...before the fingers would tighten back into a vise blocking off my ability to move. i mean i cannot live all crazy and insane for the past 5 years then move back home and a week later go...."where's my happy" ? it doesn't work like that and i would rather think of this as good-time :)
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