Dazing off into the sky. Charlie's blabbering away about his life story, and I cant help but not care at all. He's a great guy and all, I just cant see straight. I can't tell whether I'm sitting or laying down. The shed behind us is buzzing with activity, apparently.
I'm vaguely aware that there's smoke and fire coming out of it, if only for the people running around like there was a fire or something. Charlie tries to pick me up, but I'm intensely concentrated on the pebbles of the gravel road the food cart is set up on.
There's a massive, booming sound. I see people running. I'm trying to peice together the events, and have a strange mix of extasy and being ashamed that I'm not coherent enough to understand. Is this real? I see... a giant baby. is that a giant baby? I can hear nothing. This must be real. A wave of panic sets in, but i still cant convince my body to move.
I fade..............
I'm a child. riding my bike. my parents are proud that I can finally do it... I'm at my 12th birthday. My first experience with liquor... My parents spend all night cleaning up my vomit.... I'm 16, my first time getting arrested. My parents are "at their last straw." I'm 19, getting kicked out of my house. My vision closes on my last memory... Laying on gravel, surrounded by smoke and flames, coked out of my mind and not caring at all that i'm......
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