2000, 2001, 2003, 2004, the Trying years (memoir)
Unfortunately, when I reached out for help, I went knocking on the
witchdoctor's door. He sold me this amazing candle(and many more
thereafter). I was told to light the candle when I felt an attack coming
on and to sit it someplace in my presence. An unassuming candle, but
like magic, it worked.
I asked him if I could take the candle
down the road with me, you know, while I open and close the doors on the
train, but he said because of the surroundings, it might have an
adverse effect on me. DAMN!
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