Tag: addict, addiction, drug, drugs, rollins, user

I was at this guy’s house. I met this girl who was hanging out there. She was real pretty, she had brown eyes and dark hair. She was soft-spoken and real nice. I know that everyone has their own life and they can do what they want and you shouldn’t think anything of it or anything. But man, I couldn’t help but flinch a little when I saw all those needle marks in her arm, they looked so sore. Hateful little holes. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t.