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Animals, Bones, and Drugs: Humans of New York 5 hrs "I used heroin for ten years. It wasn't a very good life, as you'd expect. I had my son taken from me. I lost my job at the Fiat factory. I spent all my time trying to find money, find dealers, and stay away from police. I hated myself. I couldn't face anyone. Then one day my friend's dog had puppies. I'd never had a dog before, but I always liked animals- so I told him to give me the smallest and ugliest one he had. The one nobody else wanted. And that's how I got Joe. Joe was the angel of my life. We understood each other. There was no need for words. He followed me around all the time. He slept next to me on the street. The moment I opened my eyes in the morning he would lick my face. He gave me self-esteem. I was a complete loser but at least I could take care of Joe. I could bring him to the park. I could bring him to the vet. I could raise enough money to get his medication. He's the reason I was finally able to quit heroin. Because if something happened to me, what would happen to him? So I got clean. It was hard but I got clean. Joe lived for another thirteen years. He got a tumor in 2012 and held on a few more months. I barely survived it. I was able to stay off drugs, but I promised myself that I'd never get another dog. It's just too painful. But two years ago I found Leica beneath a mobile home. She was all skin and bones. She'd been abandoned. I didn't have a choice. For the first few months I called her Joe. But I had to stop. Because Joe'ss gone. And the name doesn't really matter, anyway. It just matters that I love her." (Rome, Italy) i thought this belonged here a very wholesome story

i thought this belonged here a very wholesome story

Driving, Funny, and Heaven: DINE R HOME STYLE COOKING cirilee: #i wanna go there and have the best meal ive ever had then as im driving away i turn back to find that the diner is not there#and then meet up with an old cermudgeonly local who when i ask about it looks suprised and says that diner burned to the ground in 1957#but the funny thing is is that i still feel full#the next day i notice im still feeling full#i find i can no longer find satisfaction in the foods i used to love#to the point where i stop eating all together#as the months pass im still feeling full#but im skin and bone#in an acf of desperation i seek the diner#after a week of circling the desert around that town i see it!#in the distance#like a mirrage#i approach and it doesnt dissapear#and for the first time in neary a year#im hungry. starving.#i slam on my breaks and run inside#its exactly as i remembered it#the same patrons in the same chairs#having the same conversations#i ordered the same thing i did last time#it tastes like heaven#i strike up a conversation with the man behind the counter#i ask him if he remembers me. he says he remembers every new face. this is the first time hes seen mine#now im curious. I casually tell him what the old man told me. how this diner burnt down years ago. he assures me that never happened#all the eyes in the diner are on me. the corners of my vision become hazy. like the edges of burning paper.#for thefirst time in a long time im full. my plate is empty. when did i finish eating?#I ask the man behind the counter for the year. he says 1957. that sounds about right. the charred edges of my vision close is.#i feel warm. content.#some teens find a body while they’re out for a joyride in the desert. it’s charred beyond recognition.#it’s nothing but skin and bone @tateratots that’s one amazing yarn spinned

cirilee: #i wanna go there and have the best meal ive ever had then as im driving away i turn back to find that the diner is not there#and t...