“Every time I look in his eyes, I see pain. I see hopelessness. I see excuses. I see addiction. I see broken beer bottles and broken promises. I see empty baggies and empty words. I see crushed up little pills and crushed emotions. I see rolled up dollar bills and sweats and chills. I see powder, white powder, and all I hear is his voice getting louder, and louder, and damn it, its just too fucking loud and I see smoke in a cloud and his heads up there in it and he cant, he wont see, not even for a minute.”
