The War on Drugs Is Getting Meaner and Dumber, and Texas and Florida Show How Bad It Can Get
A few years ago, I found my boyfriend overdosed on the kitchen floor. I had handled the syringe he used because I found it in his stuff and then put it somewhere “safe” (I was sober a year myself but not thinking straight). The EMTs I called reached him before he could die. But what if they hadn’t? Would Greg Abbott say I was guilty of murder?
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