The first time I smoked crack was an accident. I was 20 years old, living with my mom in an unremarkable eight-story building in the suburbs. We lived on the seventh floor, and Carmen lived on five. She had just turned 40, and she was short, energetic and sexy. At least, she was sexy to 20-year-old me. Today, I’d see her low-cut tops and long fingernails as tacky, but at the time, I couldn’t see past her big boobs. When […]

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After two and a half years of dating Charlotte, it was becoming difficult to give a shit about the things she found important. We had been living together for about eighteen months. We kept different hours. I worked a nine-to-five job. She might roll out of bed at noon and do some freelance writing over a late breakfast. Then, she’d smoke some bud and watch the Oprah channel for the rest of the afternoon. I’d often find her loafing around […]

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