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Bluelighter
Ethan is taking a mid day break, sitting on the corner stoop at the corner of Jones Street and Bleeker Street drowsing in and out of consciousness. His head is slung between his knees and it seems he is enjoying his life as a junked-out-wastoid-dope peddelar. A large french chef pokes his face out of the kitchen and noticies Ethan next to the garbage cans. The cheif drops his garbage bags and frowns at Ethan. The Chief yells out, "What the fuck kid" and Ethan swirls around and tries despreatly to open his droopy eyelids. Cheif grabs him by his collar and with an authoritative grip picks up Ethans limp body that seems to move more like gelatin rather than the normal human anatomy. He screams some unintellagable language and proceeds to toss Ethan flat out on the passing sidewalk. Ethan mumbles to himself and tries to stand without the help of his whobbley knees, lights a match and lights himself up a bent handrolled TOP cigareetee. Taking deep inhales in a hotbox motion, he brushes off his Bannana Republic Kachki's, flips up the colllar on his straw-like shirt and ties his hair back into a ponytail, knotting it three times.
Hailing a cab with his middle finger brings a quick response and soon he is sitting down on the vinal back seat. Ever so cautious he whips out his dope and prepares a quick shot carefull to obscure the view of the cabbie. The eyes of the driver dart into the rearview mirror once the lighter graces the bottom of the spoon. Ethan mummbles, "Testing my lighter". I slide the fresh needle into my pumping veins on my hand reminecent of a hot knife thru butter. There is a 3 second pause before the chemicals begin to do there magic. Out comes another cig and out the window goes the needle. It slides out the window, hits the trunk of the taxi, takes a big jump and spins circles in the air. Ethan is watching from the back window as the needle double bounces off the sidewalk and lands right under some suits high polished wingtips...CRUNCH. The streets are just packed as Ethan immerges from the comfort of the cab.
His eyes are immediately drawn to the fruit stand, nectarines laying in a bed of shaved ice. Masterbation enters his head as a tall leggy blonde passes before him, her ass cheeks tight. Ethan decided to come down here Avenue A and 2nd -4th street mainly to sell the rest of his skag and partially to see if he can run into: Phil, Dug, Carly, or any of the others.
Ethan spies his next victum, she is walking in the heat wearing a long sleeve shirt and she looks to be cold. He turns around and walks a few sidewalk squares back and turns around again and starts to walk toward the intersection timing his approach. As she walks by Ethan coughs under his breath, "Dope, dope, dope". The girl whirls around and looks at him with pleading eyes all he has to do is nod.
What are you looking for? -ethan
5 packets.. -girl
ok, walk next to me, down this way - ethan
Ethan slides his hand into his pocket and grabs a rubberbanded bundle and slides 5 packets out, sight un-seen. The girl hands him 50 bux and the exchange is made while walking. The girl continues and Ethan cuts back and heads back toward the fruit stand.
The customers come and go, as does the cash. With the evening drawing near Ethan decides to walk down thru Needle Park and score a joint for the walk/ride home. A crudely rolled joint is had for 5 dollars. Light, inhale, exhale. That first hit is all he is looking for his body automatically takes on that lovely feeling of intoxication.
Staring up into the treetops watching the birds chirp and play he is interrupted by a voice yelling... Ethan, Ethan... he glances toward the bathrooms and sees Julie running toward him. Julie is a resident junk-head, she lives with her boyfriend Jason in their Van which is usually parked on Ave. B and 4th. They are your typical street kids probably around 25 years of age. J and J usally panhandle or scam to support the dope habit, once or twice a month they take a ride to Conneticut to the OceanSpray manufacturing plant and help make cranberry juice or something of the likes.
Julie reachs Ethan panting and sweating. She cuts right to the chase, "Are you holding?". Ethan replies yea, but I only have half a bindle left. "Will you do it for 30?" Sure thing. The deal is done.
{finish later]
Hailing a cab with his middle finger brings a quick response and soon he is sitting down on the vinal back seat. Ever so cautious he whips out his dope and prepares a quick shot carefull to obscure the view of the cabbie. The eyes of the driver dart into the rearview mirror once the lighter graces the bottom of the spoon. Ethan mummbles, "Testing my lighter". I slide the fresh needle into my pumping veins on my hand reminecent of a hot knife thru butter. There is a 3 second pause before the chemicals begin to do there magic. Out comes another cig and out the window goes the needle. It slides out the window, hits the trunk of the taxi, takes a big jump and spins circles in the air. Ethan is watching from the back window as the needle double bounces off the sidewalk and lands right under some suits high polished wingtips...CRUNCH. The streets are just packed as Ethan immerges from the comfort of the cab.
His eyes are immediately drawn to the fruit stand, nectarines laying in a bed of shaved ice. Masterbation enters his head as a tall leggy blonde passes before him, her ass cheeks tight. Ethan decided to come down here Avenue A and 2nd -4th street mainly to sell the rest of his skag and partially to see if he can run into: Phil, Dug, Carly, or any of the others.
Ethan spies his next victum, she is walking in the heat wearing a long sleeve shirt and she looks to be cold. He turns around and walks a few sidewalk squares back and turns around again and starts to walk toward the intersection timing his approach. As she walks by Ethan coughs under his breath, "Dope, dope, dope". The girl whirls around and looks at him with pleading eyes all he has to do is nod.
What are you looking for? -ethan
5 packets.. -girl
ok, walk next to me, down this way - ethan
Ethan slides his hand into his pocket and grabs a rubberbanded bundle and slides 5 packets out, sight un-seen. The girl hands him 50 bux and the exchange is made while walking. The girl continues and Ethan cuts back and heads back toward the fruit stand.
The customers come and go, as does the cash. With the evening drawing near Ethan decides to walk down thru Needle Park and score a joint for the walk/ride home. A crudely rolled joint is had for 5 dollars. Light, inhale, exhale. That first hit is all he is looking for his body automatically takes on that lovely feeling of intoxication.
Staring up into the treetops watching the birds chirp and play he is interrupted by a voice yelling... Ethan, Ethan... he glances toward the bathrooms and sees Julie running toward him. Julie is a resident junk-head, she lives with her boyfriend Jason in their Van which is usually parked on Ave. B and 4th. They are your typical street kids probably around 25 years of age. J and J usally panhandle or scam to support the dope habit, once or twice a month they take a ride to Conneticut to the OceanSpray manufacturing plant and help make cranberry juice or something of the likes.
Julie reachs Ethan panting and sweating. She cuts right to the chase, "Are you holding?". Ethan replies yea, but I only have half a bindle left. "Will you do it for 30?" Sure thing. The deal is done.
{finish later]
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