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Trell walked his ass back home, alone, dragging his feet through the westside of Jacksonville. Never had a homie been roasted so savagely. He knew what was next. He must purchase some real J's and a fresh outfit and come back to school packing mad lyrical heat.
I drunkenly entered my car. This was the point of the night I had no recollection of. But I drove and drove, trying to keep myself within the lines. Apparently I swerved partially into the next lane and almost hit the police car that ended up pulling me over.
My parents have been there a lot for me lately. They've encouraged me to go into detox and to continue in sobriety by using support groups and consciously managing my schedule more efficiently. They have been a big staple in my efforts into recovery.
The vines grew over and through the cracks of the cemetery plot. Unmaintained. A promise broken, a soul forgotten. She moved far away, as if distance could break literal ties.
Through a magnifying lens, I see the ants, carrying a large leaf together. I wonder where they are taking it and what it is for. Perhaps the start of something new.