My best friend is one of the coolest people I know. However, when alcoholic frenzies take over, his angel wings snap like tooth picks. The stench on his clothes is overwhelming at times. Sometimes it would linger on me; which caused my parents to accuse me of drinking sometimes.
Why do I have to share my friendship with a bottle? A bottle that drowns his mind with infectious imagination. The good in me keeps our energies connected. That’s why I won’t give up on him
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