Llove Letters

There once was a man who’s daughter was strung out on drugs. She had been using for years – now she was reeling, sick, dying really. The Father had to do something, now. She wanted more drugs. If only he would help her get some, she would, she promised, stop using after this – next year she would get straight, really, she would quit. If he didn’t help her, she would have to steal again and she could go back to jail. She would have to continue selling her body, surely he didn’t want that. She would commit suicide. She could not handle life without her drugs. She cried, screamed,…