Joseph Lee McGahey of West Yarmouth, Barnstable County, MA was born on February 21, 1938 in New Hampshire United States, and died at age 73 years old on June 28, 2011 at Home with family. Joseph McGahey was buried on July 6, 2011 at Massachusetts National Cemetery Off Connery Ave - Off Plymouth Ave, in Bourne, Massachusetts US.
Portrait photographs and paintings of our loved ones and ancestors.
Before photos we had paintings of family members - most usually these were reserved for the well off. The era of modern photography began with the daguerreotype, in 1839. Since the advent of photogr...
I am 38 years old living in portland oregon. I had been living on the streets as homeless junkie;heroin being my only love; I did that on and off for 20 years.
I got tired. 20 years of being a drug addicted prostitute, moving from state to state in attempts to change my life,, treatment after treatment going in and out of jail and prison, and being a slave to my master, who had me by my hair, regularly drag me thru mud garbage and s*** with not a shred of remorse from her. A snap of her wrist and she would send me down an omnious unlit ally in the worst neighborhood in town. I would be all alone, a frail skinny female seemingly looking for trouble.
Sometimes I found trouble other times I got lucky and avoided the greedy desperate eyes and grasps of the perpertrators. They never seemed to be far always lurking in the shadows ready to accost. And there I was. Sweet Sarah. Sweet naive Sarah. Naturally as perpetrators do they perpetrate and how they did so. They all seem to have one thing in common. It's the one and only thing that has stayed consistent throughout the years. They take.
And take and take and take.
To wrap it up quickly, for I have a 6 hour drive ahead of me I'm writing this on the road going back to nowhere. ...I basically was fed up with the life all of the facets of my existence were broken. I was a shell of someone who was once a human, barely recognisable, barely holding on.. I attempted to let go, rid myself of the hate, destruction, and scum I new this world to be with it's people blood-life sucking leaches I could not shake no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't get them off. That is, untill I got rid of my Master. The one leading me into these dark place. Invisible strings holding me to this world when all I wanted to do is go. The truth is my master didn't do much as have me y by my hair, as I had those invisible strings in my hands. I let go of the strings, she let go of my hair. It turns out she was trying to distribute some of the weight off my tired arms. ....... Now, today, not sure....bi have been off heroin for over a year, almost a year and a half. Searching for something.... Brings me here...