Today we caught a glimpse of someone we used to cop with. I jokingly said, "Wouldn't it be funny if they knocked on our door?"
Last time we seen them or heard about the couple, they were homeless, living in their SUV. I just couldn't imagine being in a wheelchair living in my car. They were still using and mentioned getting shit in Harrisburg. The wheelchair bound girl was nodding off and couldn't hold a conversation.
I am so glad that is not me anymore. I love being coherent...and I love being in a bed. It's the little things
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