RussellG
Bluelighter
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This story has a bit of slang in it. So for those that don't know:
gear: meth, speed
hammer/smack: heroin
looper: someone that uses alot of meth and acts kind of scattered and crazy. Also term used to descibe someone that has actually gone crazy from using so much meth.
Let me know what you think. I was a little drunk towards the end of it.
~
After that last one I was sure I was going to pass out because I'd never actually seen so much blood leave my body. Like lava flowing from a volcano the blood oozed from my chest. Disgusted, I throw the razor in the sink and press my towel to the wounds.
Hopefully I'll never gain a tolerance to pain like I did from the many substances I've ended up abusing to stop the mental pain, that for all I knew could have been caused by drugs in the first place.
I remove the towel and realise its not really that bad at all. I grab a becks and sit down to watch some television. Comfortable in my wretchedness.
Just as I'm getting up to grab another beer and perhaps wash the dry blood from my chest when my fucking mobile rings which is not exactly ideal at the moment. Times like these I like to be alone and oblivious to it all as I let the pain numb everything else with a little help from booze.
To top it off its fucking Gray. Gray because when I first met him he used to smoke this horrible gear that made his teeth gray. Fuck knows what was in it. He was a looper but and didn't care anyway.
I pick up anyway - Gray?
whashappeninman?
just having a beer and shit
and shit?
yeah
right [silence] oi man i have some wicked hammer if you are interested it isn't powdered like it has been lately its actually in little clumps of rock...
so?
well its fucking good thats all.. i had my usual amount with a dab of gear and i spewed and my asshole tightened up so much I'm pretty sure its somewhere up around my throat but look man i haven't got much credit on my phone left so are you coming round?
If smack was a celestial body then it would be a black hole.
I hear Grays breathing over the line, slow and harsh.
ok man i'll be round in five
ok catchya
I hang up and and look for a dirty that I can use as the local pharmacy is closed and there is no way I can get to the 24 hour one in the city, not for a couple of fits anyway.
The night is cool as I step out of my unit and put my hood up on my jumper. I scratch my chest without thinking and walk out onto the street. The suburbs have always depressed me but then again so does the country and the city so where does that leave me? In the end you have to choose convenience and thats where the suburbs win. Go to a shopping centre and see fat women with fat kids. Its the ultimate horror to me. To see people so caught up in their world of work, fucking, breeding and dying and I wonder. Do they ever stop and think what the fuck is going on, do they ever wonder what happened to their personality they once had? Do they lay down at night next to their disgusting obese spouse who snores and farts and stinks and think...? I don't think they do. I can see it in their glazed dull eyes, which sadly their children seem to have inherited, either from genetics or as time as passed, who is to know?
I'm still deep in thought when I arrive at Grays house and see the flashing lights of an ambulance. My heart stops and I walk down the road and find an alley. Whats going on? In my mildly altered state I ring Grays phone. He doesn't pick up, but someone else does.
Hello?
I don't answer.
This is a paramdeic can you give us any information concer....
I hang up. And about a minute later the ambulance goes past. The lights aren't even on.
I walk home.
gear: meth, speed
hammer/smack: heroin
looper: someone that uses alot of meth and acts kind of scattered and crazy. Also term used to descibe someone that has actually gone crazy from using so much meth.
Let me know what you think. I was a little drunk towards the end of it.
~
After that last one I was sure I was going to pass out because I'd never actually seen so much blood leave my body. Like lava flowing from a volcano the blood oozed from my chest. Disgusted, I throw the razor in the sink and press my towel to the wounds.
Hopefully I'll never gain a tolerance to pain like I did from the many substances I've ended up abusing to stop the mental pain, that for all I knew could have been caused by drugs in the first place.
I remove the towel and realise its not really that bad at all. I grab a becks and sit down to watch some television. Comfortable in my wretchedness.
Just as I'm getting up to grab another beer and perhaps wash the dry blood from my chest when my fucking mobile rings which is not exactly ideal at the moment. Times like these I like to be alone and oblivious to it all as I let the pain numb everything else with a little help from booze.
To top it off its fucking Gray. Gray because when I first met him he used to smoke this horrible gear that made his teeth gray. Fuck knows what was in it. He was a looper but and didn't care anyway.
I pick up anyway - Gray?
whashappeninman?
just having a beer and shit
and shit?
yeah
right [silence] oi man i have some wicked hammer if you are interested it isn't powdered like it has been lately its actually in little clumps of rock...
so?
well its fucking good thats all.. i had my usual amount with a dab of gear and i spewed and my asshole tightened up so much I'm pretty sure its somewhere up around my throat but look man i haven't got much credit on my phone left so are you coming round?
If smack was a celestial body then it would be a black hole.
I hear Grays breathing over the line, slow and harsh.
ok man i'll be round in five
ok catchya
I hang up and and look for a dirty that I can use as the local pharmacy is closed and there is no way I can get to the 24 hour one in the city, not for a couple of fits anyway.
The night is cool as I step out of my unit and put my hood up on my jumper. I scratch my chest without thinking and walk out onto the street. The suburbs have always depressed me but then again so does the country and the city so where does that leave me? In the end you have to choose convenience and thats where the suburbs win. Go to a shopping centre and see fat women with fat kids. Its the ultimate horror to me. To see people so caught up in their world of work, fucking, breeding and dying and I wonder. Do they ever stop and think what the fuck is going on, do they ever wonder what happened to their personality they once had? Do they lay down at night next to their disgusting obese spouse who snores and farts and stinks and think...? I don't think they do. I can see it in their glazed dull eyes, which sadly their children seem to have inherited, either from genetics or as time as passed, who is to know?
I'm still deep in thought when I arrive at Grays house and see the flashing lights of an ambulance. My heart stops and I walk down the road and find an alley. Whats going on? In my mildly altered state I ring Grays phone. He doesn't pick up, but someone else does.
Hello?
I don't answer.
This is a paramdeic can you give us any information concer....
I hang up. And about a minute later the ambulance goes past. The lights aren't even on.
I walk home.
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