$20 in my wind.

Before scrap metal prices went through the roof in the mid 00s and every scrapper was considered scum I had a truck and made my way cutting steel out of burned out and un-salvageable buildings. I took a big blind fall in one down a hole in the floor. I broke my femur, wrist and jaw. A titanium rod was put in my leg and I spent about three months in a wheelchair. I was out of work and I had my habit, and I was sick. I could feel the bile in my stomach churning around and my legs wouldn't hold still, my nose and eyes were running and I was sneezing eight times in a row. I wheeled myself down the street on that frigid December day while carrying my aluminum extension ladder resting on the arm of my chair. I headed down to a spot I knew where the man would sometimes trade tools for dope. I sat outside and waited for him but when he showed up he didnt want the ladder. I was at wits end sitting on wheels on McDougall street in the blowing cold praying for my father to send me something from above. My eyes were running so bad I couldnt see and my body arched with my sneezes as I looked in the street to see a bill tumbling with the wind right toward me. I franticly pushed myself toward vector with the tumbling green blur and caught it under my wheel. Reaching down I pulled up a twenty dollar bill so I looked up and thanked my Pop. I blew it all on one fat blow and worried about my next need when it came. Somehow it always works out.

 

i'm picking up what your laying down, brother.

 

Yes, we always find a way! Unfortunately my way has to wait off until tomorrow at least I have a suboxone to hold me off until then.

 

I always hated scraping last summer I had to resort to it, we'd go into abandon houses and got what metal we could. In particular the "cast iron"