When I was born, mom had recently had one of her eyes removed. Which is what was done then when you had a cataract. So mom was addicted to painkillers during her recovery from this surgery. I was home with her by myself when both older brothers were in school. Looking back now she was obviously stoned. I was hungry as hell. And asked for food. She said "that's not important" several times. She told me to find something myself finally. So I climbed up on the counter, and found a few small items to eat.
When I was around 7 or 8, right in front of me, mom asked one of my older brothers friends, a guy named Charlie Jerimiah< to get her some drugs for her. I am surprised she openly did this. She never did this in front of me again.
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