The edgy Emo look was gone, replaced by a pair of grey track suit pants and a green t-shirt that stretched over the six month belly. Purple Converse sneakers on her feet. ‘Ready for another session with the sociopathic narcissist?’ she said with a sly smile.I nodded tersely.‘I wondered how you wo...
Christmas of 1985 was approaching. The city was bathed in candy canes and spray-on snow. Mum and Dad had sent us a Christmas card with money in it and I couldn’t have asked for a better present. I toyed with the idea of paying up our growing cocaine debt to Vivien, but that didn’t seem terribly j...