Excerpt from Driftwood Chapter 5.
After a huge fight with my mom, a police officer took me to a children’s shelter. The intake worker told me the only way i’d leave is jail, a mental hospital, or a group home if i was lucky.
I don’t know why, but for some reason I feel the need to quantify my postings of excerpts from Driftwood before I post any. The long and the short of it is that every now and then things pop up in society that are relevant to something either I or my friends experienced either inContinue reading “Driftwood Stories #Driftwood”