The Faded Glory (or ‘Why addicts aren’t quitters’)
An excerpt from my novel ‘Screens’
I rode for the Mission with that book in my bag, but my mind was still on our old mutual friend. He’d changed so much in the years since I last saw him. He wasn’t the guy I knew any more.
I mean, yeah, he was the same guy. Same goofy smile, same big heart, same loyal dog-like friend my…