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Nov 28, 2008, 07:02 PM

((( Nutty Bud )))

((( Muffin )))

I just wonder sometimes when they were sticking needles in their veins if they ever once stopped and thought about those that loved them. Those that worried. Those that wept for them.

I don't know why I torture myself. I know the answer is no. They were professional heroin junkies for cryin' out loud. Only one thing on their minds.

Selfish bastards.

At least when I get mad at my father for dying, I can understand (well, now as an adult--but not as a little kid) that it is the natural order of things, that parents are supposed to die first.