Michelle Connie’s classic straight black hair spills down her chest, framing her body like a set jewel. She looks even more precious dead-drunk than alive, yet she snores like a gasping fish. Another evening of up and down delirium. Depression in a bottle is laughing at her from an empty jug of Taylor’s red wine sitting within her reach on the floor.
Prologue
Prologue
Prologue
Michelle Connie’s classic straight black hair spills down her chest, framing her body like a set jewel. She looks even more precious dead-drunk than alive, yet she snores like a gasping fish. Another evening of up and down delirium. Depression in a bottle is laughing at her from an empty jug of Taylor’s red wine sitting within her reach on the floor.