The Burning Shores of California
A story about my early days trying to make it in the Bay, part I
Sitting in the front seat of my car, I took one last hit from the glass pipe. Slowly, I drew the smoke past the lungs deep into my belly, holding it there for just a moment. I closed my eyes, tasting something like happiness—before I let it all go.
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