One in Four

by Lucinda Berry

I fought the urge to give them money. Not because I didn’t want them to use it for drugs, but because it was like putting a Band-Aid on a knife wound. People had been giving them money to help them their entire lives. That was part of the problem.

Exactly

in the end, good would ultimately prevail over evil.

The next wave of agony gripped me and sent explosive diarrhea down my legs. The foul smell immediately filled

Umm wtf? lol

She loves me. I give her life meaning. That’s what she said.

Dumb bitch