Billions of sentences served.
Notes on the process of recovery from crack and cocaine addiction written daily as I go through it.

Propulsion

This morning I dredged, pulled and hawked up on of my famous glob-balls with jet black fleck-and-marbling. This is something I get around to at least once daily. Just thought I’d let you—you with perfect hygenical manners—know that’s still happening this far in (or ‘out’ as the case may be). Mom asked me yesterday how long it had been. I said I didn’t know, which was true. [This was before the timer was added to the subheader.] She said qwik as a stick that it had been 5 weeks & 2 days, which, upon my thinking of it, proved true also.

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