woman was homeless, and had built a small shelter here on this island, using a rusty old boat she had stolen to occasionally sail ashore and work as a prostitute. What she was doing in the pipe was injecting a strange black liquid into the veins of her arms, a liquid she bought with the money made from selling her body.

Well, over time, the small amount of money I had stowed in my briefcase was slowly paid out to her both for her services, and for the reassurance she would never speak of my story or reveal my location. She used my money to buy the strange black milk, and soon I began to share with her in this habit.

Yes, reader, as horrible as it sounds, I became merely a hermit with a drug addiction in that pipe. But I can assure you I enjoyed it more than working at my desk, or talki...

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