Fix

Today's Bingo: Fix. A smoke. A drink. Someone who loves me back. A quick high. Anything, anything that will take away the ugly monsters running around in my head (they think they own the place). One thing leads to another, and fatigue becomes frustration and doubt. And then, you look up and see something priceless. Sky, moon, star, and you say, "Thank you!" "I need a fix," said the old man. "For what?" Asked his Grandson, "You're not broken."