That was the best way to describe how I felt as I was being escorted by two guards to my mother’s burial at Potter’s Field. It was a place for poor people to be buried. I thanked God that was at least done for my mama and she didn’t have to be cremated. Since she had no other family out here exce...
Cashmere Chapter 21 Life for me wasn’t no beach chair. Hell, life was infectivity. I felt like walking cancer. And my sister? She was walking death. Crack was now her middle, first, and last name, and she was chasing her own ass to get it. I personally wasn’t fucking with any more drugs. Since th...