Mission Aborted
When the dope sickness would crawl over my mama like fire ants, when the beautiful, twinkling woman who gave the best hugs was so far away that I was certain that I would never see her again; she would start making demands. She would demand my love, my respect, my obedience and my money. My love, respect and obedience were used for her to feel in control when her world was spinning off of its axis. My money, money that I would diligently squirrel away in a little grey safe wi
