William Wren

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I’d wanted to become a junkie, after all, since I was twelve years old. Call it a character flaw—of which drugs were simply a manifestation, a petulant “fuck you” to my bourgeois parents, who’d committed the unpardonable sin of loving me.
Medium Raw: A Bloody Valentine to the World of Food and the People Who Cook
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