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GReat stuff. I was just a tad more fucked up than your mate... but I had a mate even More fucked up than me... his name was Terry. There is always someone lower to learn from. Glad you got out..

I somehow did too... and now we write about it on substack... from our comfy homes... :(

I went directly to hang out with the baddest kid I could to find to blaze weed, drink stolen rum, and embrace a total lack of restraint in all things.

Terry the Munter became my guide.

Stank brutally. 17 going on 50. Bad teeth. Raised by a drug addict, alcoholic single mother. Personally a drug addict and alcoholic since 13. Wore a faded ripped Metallica shirt and leather pants covered in marks from stubbed-out cigarettes.

I was taking the crash course.

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What tension great story Michael so well written. Captivated me the whole time. 😘

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❤️❤️❤️

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I didn’t get to read it all at once, but I kept coming back to finish it and see what would happen next! An excellent story and read! Scary too! Like... I was scared toward the end, haha!

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A reader continuing to come back and finish is a huge compliment! Thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts :)

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Of course! Thanks for writing! :D

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Great story. I know that feeling, of wanting the other side—and wanting my friend's sister (or girlfriend). Well done.

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WOW

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🙌🙌🙌

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What an intense story. Perfectly captured.

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Thank you for reading!!

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