My support group jerked and juttedinto a crowd mob full of phantomsdancing about us, unbothered bydeath but eager to bicker aboutwhich of us addicts masquerade as alive best.Eventually, one ghost hammers the asphaltwith his feet, fashioning an inclineto tilt us into finite. Sensing danger,one of us declares his love for all gods.Most of the others split themselves intochips of flint,… Read more →