THE BUGS: COLONY: A Street Chronicle

Chris was a pillar of our small community. He was a year sober, his hands now steady not just for his painting, but for the work of helping others. His murals had transformed the neighborhood, his art a vibrant, defiant testament to the power of redemption. He had even reconnected with his daughter, their relationship a fragile, beautiful work in progress.
Jimmy was still struggling. He was in and out of the program, his sobriety a fragile, fleeting thing. But there were moments of hope. Mom...