You run away, horrified! Your own mother, so wasted she didn't even recognize you! You
hadn't seen her since last Christmas when you bailed her out of jail and loaned her the
money to go into court ordered rehab.
"I'm really gonna kick it this time!" she had said, but you didn't really believe her, and
weren't too surprised when her parole officer called a week later looking for her.
"Please call if she gets in touch with you, we really want to help her." the tired sounding
woman on the phone had said. You knew she was sincere, but by now Mom was no doubt
back on the streets, hustling to feed her habit...
You slow down to a walk, exhausted, and notice a topless bar up ahead on the right.
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