Traversing along the dusty and lonely road of Sahara; reminds Kenny of his old days, when he used to travel long distances with his friends just to reach that place... Lavishing near the bar tender girls, carrying a bottle of vodka just for fun and how that one day of his life took him to a distance nowhere to be known, understood and realized maybe at that point of time.
" I still don't believe myself hitting my dad with a golf club and abusing and cursing him...," he completely seems to be lost in his own world again...
Kenny was in grade 9 when his goon friends forced him to take a shot of heroin....
" I did not feel that better but was neither reluctant to take a second shot..." He says his life had no goals, no aims which left nothing for him... "Death ends everything, I mean all stories and perspectives of life ..." wonders a bit and reluctantly ignores ongoing conversation between his parents...
"We used to visit there weekly before but I did not know that it was going to kill me...I really thank my parents and Christ for saving me... All stories like mine surely do not end as fairy tales but I am really happy that I had my parents who came as angels for my help..."
Every year several kids like Kenny are affected by drug addiction. I do not say that response towards drug addicts must be positive in order to make them more argumentative and ignorant but rather it should be a more softer approach in order to encourage them to see different modes of life. Encourage them to enjoy brighter modes of life, do not push them more into darkness by rejecting them out of your world...because every story is not a happy ending but still cant be kept to make it visualize a death.
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