It is ironic to me that I used to put on Gil to nod by after I shot drugs. And now he dies after a life of addiction. Did I help kill Gil? Did my consciousness help create the environment in which an addict can exist. Sure, I changed. And therein lies my hope for redemption. I changed my conciousness. God, I wish he could have done the same. Love you Poetry Man.
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