<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Detox on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/detox/</link><description>Recent content in Detox on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 18 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/detox/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Heel!</title><link>/stories/2015/05/18/heel/</link><pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/05/18/heel/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Heroin.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Like so many other people and things in my life, I abused it. It started when I was just out of high school and wanted to try everything to get along with everybody. I was a loser. So much of a loser I didn’t think much for myself and always what others thought of me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I remember partying with my friends for who knew how long and jumping from party to party, almost like a groupie. I always hung out with the cute guys until they got sick of me and walked away, which I just assumed meant they were off taking a hit themselves.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>