this story will equally offend every segment of society. intensity gone awry has no boundaries - but if the phrase "every cloud has a sliver lining" was ever true, it's core value lies herein..
this is emotionally caustic material - hope and redemption are always an option.
jackie said she had something nice for me. i remember the sweet smell of the flame; the way she took a cotton ball and pulled it into a yarn-like thread and wrapped around the end of a metal wire hanger and then dipped it into Bacardi 151. she then touched a candle and lit it. she waved the flame under a glass cigar tube that contained a gram of coke and a dash baking soda, dissolved in water. she swirrled the cooker over the flame and the solution foamed up, she kept swirrling and eventually the water cleared and a white, tarry opaque blob materialized. the water cleared after adding a few drops of cold water. soon a solid ball of crack was thumping in th