Somewhere in Missouri, about 80 miles north of Kansas City on I-29. I haven't been driving long. I've been thinking about Mark (Short, my cousin). Mama tells me he's smoking crack again.

I just sat here for a moment trying to think of what else to say. But that says enough, doesn't it? What can you really say in words that sums up how you feel knowing that someone you care for is literally throwing his life away? Mark has given up. And no one but Mark can fix what's broken inside of him.