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Bluelighter
My nose is runny and I am freezing cold. I have bumped the heat up to 75 degrees and here I sit squirming in my chair. hands shaking
As the sky grows dark I will be on a familar mission, a journey that will add one more nail in my coffin.
Stomach squirming, uncomfortable, nervous
I try to wait patiently knowing that I will see those familar headlights turn in my driveway soon (but not soon enough). I cant manage to go and score today on foot I am just not feeling well as my goosebumped skin reminds me I need my medicine.
I gotta get down, I gotta get down...
As the streetlights cast there familar glow thru the water laden skies I will feel much relieved. Where oh where shall I shop today?
Hopping of the L at the Austin exit, I pull my winter cap tight over my ears and pull my hood up to deter the icey winds from slicing thru me. I but my blinders on and double check my holdings. Left pocket: 3 needles, cooker, pillbottle (6 2mg Atavans 4-8mg Suboxones), 2 lighters. Right pocket: A one hundred dollar bill and 5 20 dollar bills and my CTA card. Lower leg pocket: bottle of water. Nothing but the police or a robbery can stop me now from acheiving what I want, what I need so badly.
I feel sweat trickle down my arm even though the temperature is pushing 35 degrees. As I walk across the broken sidewalk I am careful to not step on any cracks as it might break my mothers back (or heart). I round the corner of Washington and cut down the alley I spy my trusty dope peddlers rolling dice and acting animated as always. JJ sees me approach and yells "Whatcha need jo" I tell him I want 2 jabs (24 packets of heroin), all he has is 3 on him, its going to be a few minutes he says. Give me the 3 I reply almost barking at him. Ill be right back I say.
I jimmy myself in between to dumpsters and get ready to rig up, dump the dope, add water, light, cotton, suck up. My stomache is flip-floping as I tie off and of course I cant hit. I jab over and over trying to get that crimson register in the barrel of the needle. Ahh push it in, yea baby uhmmmm...
Lick the blood and rinse the needle, hopping to my feet I am a new person I feel no pain, nothing can bother me. I am out of my hiding spot and I feel the oh so familar rush pump thru my body. Instantly my cares, worries, troubles are gone.
I am home in this backwards ghetoo alley that any normal person would be fearful of there life, I watch the big blackbird hanging on the power lines watching me. I think what is he thinking.
So many roads, so many roads...
As the sky grows dark I will be on a familar mission, a journey that will add one more nail in my coffin.
Stomach squirming, uncomfortable, nervous
I try to wait patiently knowing that I will see those familar headlights turn in my driveway soon (but not soon enough). I cant manage to go and score today on foot I am just not feeling well as my goosebumped skin reminds me I need my medicine.
I gotta get down, I gotta get down...
As the streetlights cast there familar glow thru the water laden skies I will feel much relieved. Where oh where shall I shop today?
Hopping of the L at the Austin exit, I pull my winter cap tight over my ears and pull my hood up to deter the icey winds from slicing thru me. I but my blinders on and double check my holdings. Left pocket: 3 needles, cooker, pillbottle (6 2mg Atavans 4-8mg Suboxones), 2 lighters. Right pocket: A one hundred dollar bill and 5 20 dollar bills and my CTA card. Lower leg pocket: bottle of water. Nothing but the police or a robbery can stop me now from acheiving what I want, what I need so badly.
I feel sweat trickle down my arm even though the temperature is pushing 35 degrees. As I walk across the broken sidewalk I am careful to not step on any cracks as it might break my mothers back (or heart). I round the corner of Washington and cut down the alley I spy my trusty dope peddlers rolling dice and acting animated as always. JJ sees me approach and yells "Whatcha need jo" I tell him I want 2 jabs (24 packets of heroin), all he has is 3 on him, its going to be a few minutes he says. Give me the 3 I reply almost barking at him. Ill be right back I say.
I jimmy myself in between to dumpsters and get ready to rig up, dump the dope, add water, light, cotton, suck up. My stomache is flip-floping as I tie off and of course I cant hit. I jab over and over trying to get that crimson register in the barrel of the needle. Ahh push it in, yea baby uhmmmm...
Lick the blood and rinse the needle, hopping to my feet I am a new person I feel no pain, nothing can bother me. I am out of my hiding spot and I feel the oh so familar rush pump thru my body. Instantly my cares, worries, troubles are gone.
I am home in this backwards ghetoo alley that any normal person would be fearful of there life, I watch the big blackbird hanging on the power lines watching me. I think what is he thinking.
So many roads, so many roads...
