The Faded Glory (or ‘Why addicts aren’t quitters’)

An excerpt from my novel ‘Screens’

I rode for the Mission with that book in my bag, but my mind was still on our old mutual friend. He’d changed so much in the years since I last saw him. He wasn’t the guy I knew any more.

I mean, yeah, he was the same guy. Same goofy smile, same big heart, same loyal dog-like friend my…