Norman Rockwell life…

The perfect version of the perfect person following all the rules to fit in the perfect box of normalcy. Not me. I was a person who made a living of criminal deeds, selling the medications people find them self drawn to in order to deal with the life they get to live. Ain’t that some bull shit?! I fed of addiction to feed my addiction and as well my daily bread. Who would have thunk that I would find more stress trying to find my way on the honest side then I did snubbing my nose at Johnny law. I want different and I fear it’s to late that I ordered and ate my desserts and now the world wants me in my place. Why is it so hard to get out? The right thing is the most struggle I’ve faced. I have faith though because the day finds a way to work out and provide for me I just have to breath and it will be okay.


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