I really hate needles.  I stumble across them all the time in the invisible woods, under bridges and by the train tracks no matter how small the town or city.  It’s an epidemic.  It’s always depressing to know that on the other end of every rig I’ve seen throughout the country, there’s a lost soul who I’ll never know, who may have needed a friend, even if for only a second or minute in time.

Sometimes the simple kindness of a stranger is enough to change a life.  Drugs are fun until they’re not.  To those I’ve lost, I love and miss you.

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