Perhaps it was pure exhaustion that drove me to that bank early Thursday
morning. Perhaps it was the words that my daughter so sadly spoke to my mother just a few days prior, that were now seared into my mind. Whatever it was, I think subconsciously, I was done running, and I was done hiding. I had enough of living on the streets, or in my car as it were. I had enough of the drug known as Blue. I had seen all the devastation, disaster, wreckage, and loss that these tiny little blue devils were responsible for in the last three years of my life. I couldn’t help but reminisce and grimace over my overtly terrible choices either. I felt like I was carrying the weight of my world on my shoulders, and I was done just shrugging off all of my choices that had led to this cataclysmic, yet so anticlimactic climax of my life.

“You have the right check, right?” These words softly spoken from the passenger in my back seat. Tricky was as exhausted as me, neither of us having slept since Monday. I know because when he slept, I allowed myself to get some sleep. This was a terrible habit I had picked up somewhere back in 2020. I would never...