Lanie Nowak

A LONG LINE

I come from a long line of worriers. My grandparents worry like they know the future's Foretellings - or they're just always intoxicated. Intoxicated - not by love or worry - but by the negative fuel that many do not realize is slowly killing their souls. I used to feel love, but now I fear

because of this one substance that one night made me and my family have to escape. And hide. From these two strangers - who used to be my grandparents.

I come from a long line of alcoholics.

-Lanie Nowak