Heroin Killed My Baby
His hockey equipment is lying on the carpet with the bag open so that his sweaty items don’t grow mold. His empty soda cans and old gum wrappers are still on his nightstand where he left them. All of the items from his brand new custom ordered 2015 orange RAV4 are stacked on his bed: a box of chocolates, his schoolwork, a Columbine keychain, his NA tags that mark his sobriety, and all of the garbage I could not bear to throw away....