The gaunt, hollow-eyed receptionist is covered in the speed addict’s scabs and sores, she’s clearly high as a kite on crack or crystal and has the tweaker’s run-on mouth. And as she talks and talks and talks, I think, “Oh, you are not really doing this? You’re not actually trying to engage me in
Cara, at first I was reluctant to read these posts because of how terrifying the story is and because I love you. Now I read each installment eagerly, for exactly the same reasons. I have to keep reminding myself that you are safe and alive, and also, coincidentally, not at the Algonquin round table.
Cara, at first I was reluctant to read these posts because of how terrifying the story is and because I love you. Now I read each installment eagerly, for exactly the same reasons. I have to keep reminding myself that you are safe and alive, and also, coincidentally, not at the Algonquin round table.
"This isn’t exactly the Algonquin Round Table." Hilarious. You cannot put enough dark humor in this for me, humor keeps us alive.
Such a terror you had to go through this!! You’re so strong to come out the other side to tell your story. It will help so many.