The Den #FridayFictioneers


Everybody knew that you could go to Rich’s house anytime. The back door was always unlocked, because it had been kicked in by the cops and Rich had never bothered to fix it. There was nothing in his house worth stealing, expect for the small stock pile of drugs which Rich kept well hidden.

I lost countless nights and days, high as a kite on the sofa or the floor. It was how we lived back then; no money, always hungry, skipping school. I regret none of it, I was at my happiest but as I know now, what goes up must come down.

 

(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/08/15/17-august-2018/ with thanks).

 

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