THE AGONY OF EXSTACY !
Alone down a squalid back alley, how I wish I could change and go back, to the normal existence I once had, away from my sordid world of heroin and smack. With no money for a fix, I robbed an old girl, her purse and her pension I stole, as she lay on the ground, not a thought did I give, to the pain... Sign in to see full entry.