A Girl..

I ran into this chick I used to party with at the needle exchange downtown..she's this model bitch with a blinding affinity for shooting coke. She was sleeping at my place one night a few years ago..and I found her in the middle of the night outside digging her finger nails into the sidewalk screaming about how much she hated her father... Yeah, that kind of chick. Anyway, she was looking haggard..that's the thing about the model types. They're already skinny as shit so a few months on the needle and they look like the crypt keepers uglier female cousin... Her voice was all raspy and shit— as if she'd swallowed sand paper. I tried to ignore her..just pick up my works and be gone, but she followed me to the end of the block asking if I had a place to go and get high, blah, blah, blah.. apparently her modeling days of picking up checks for ten grand were over. Now she's just a street urchin. Needless to say.. I passed.

 

sad. is what i say.
pree sad she threw all her career away.
i hope i never get that bad.
but...i wouldn't ever shoot nuthin up..

just snoot it tho..

 

my momma always told me to never say id never she...i said but mom i would never after watching u go thru hell to get off ii almost dien for soooo long....we thst was when i was 14 nw im 22 and ive tried it after her finally passing a month ago at age 44

 

my momma always told me to never say id never she...i said but mom i would never after watching u go thru hell to get off ii almost dien for soooo long....we thst was when i was 14 nw im 22 and ive tried it after her finally passing a month ago at age 44

I'm sorry to hear about. You weren't high by any chance when you wrote that post were you...

 

Sounds like you made the right choice my man lol

 

This is my favorite poem.