The roof is ablaze.

The sound of sirens come rushing through your peripherals like long extended gunshots with the tone color of a shot-clock buzzer. A quick gust of hard wind smacks your body like a tree branch as a monstrous life-saving steel death…

The most Lit phone call that probably never happened.

It was about 4 in the morning. Nothing was out of the ordinary besides myself. After smoking my 7th off brand cigarette in a row, I made the critical decision to light an eighth one. I would probably be worried…

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When Drugs Stole my World (And How I Got it Back)

Quick disclaimer that this isn't the main writer on TGN; I hope to share more insights in the future. It's been a long time, almost a year and a half. I forget a lot of things that happened, a lot…