RussellG
Bluelighter
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- You might as well have a shot.
We'd been sitting in my car, 40 degree heat waiting for a guy with some 'kooda' gear. All three of us stank, our sweat mixed with the amphetamine oozing out of our system. No time to stop for water, no time to fill a water bottle up at Malts place, we just made the call, and went to pick up.
We arrived at the train station and called the guy again, he said he'd be another half hour or so.
Another half hour in stinking heat while we perspired and smoked cigarettes. Waiting for some darty gear straight off the rock.
Malt and Dave were talking about the gear.
- No shit man, this is gonna be kooda gear. /Dave
- Can't wait to have a shot man, can't wait for the taste. /Malt
- I'm still fried man from last night, no shit aye.
- Same.
- Will this be better then last night? /me
- That was just a taste man, this gear will take your breath away. /Dave
Malt starts coughing. He throws his cigarette out the window and gets out the car. - Must be a tap round here somewhere. I look down at my thumb, slick with blood where I've been picking at it for ages, my nails are ragged. I here a siren, I see cops pull up.
- The fuck!? Shit! /Me
- Look the cops just pulling that guy over, chill out /Dave.
Malt gets back in the car smiling and asks if he can bung a smoke. - Sure. Whenever he gets something free: smoke, pot, gear, whatever, he smiles like santa has arrived. I think he's looping from being awake for few days.
A nice car pulls up.
- ok look straight ahead this guy doesn't like it when people he doesn't know look at him. /Dave
Dave's out of the car, I hear another door open.
Five
Four
Three
Two
...
...
...
ONE
Door slames, Dave gets in. - Lets go.
On the road again.
- You guys going to need some fits?
- I do, Dave?
- Yeah just get a pack I have enough.
PHARMACY! PHARMACY! ALL YOU NEED IS THE PHARMHERSY
Cool air hits Malt's face. To the counter.
- May I please have a fit pack?
- Would you like some spoons as well?
- No thanks.
CLAP! BARTERING HAS OCCURED/PLEASE LEAVE THE STORE WHILE I LOOK AT YOU WITH DISAPPROVAL.
In the car, I look over at Malt, he is grinning at me like a madman. I look at dave in the rear view and he's face gives away nothing, he looks straight ahead, mouth slightly parted. Malt laughs as we pull up in the driveway.
Inside, cool air, the air conditioner has been left on. Malt pulls out the fits and looks at me, grinning still, I love that smile, puts me at ease, fuck knows why, the looping bastard.
- Hey, might as well have a shot /Malt
I think, I ponder, I bullshit. I've been wanting to try it, I knew I would, why even bother to act like I don't want to. - Ok man.
In the bathroom, Dave pulls out the packets, they add water to the baggies using the syringe - look at this shit dissolve man. They pull it back into the syringe and I watch as the blood flows into Malt's syringe. Dave's walked off, doesn't like people seeing him have a shot. Malt pulls out the syringe and unties his arm with his shirt.
- Haaaaah.
Malts pupils are massive.
- FUCKING HELL! noshitmanthisisthekoodashitthefuckingtastemannoshititisstrongiamfuckingFRIIIEED
I really want it, right now. After seeing that, you'd be mad not to. Or maybe I'm mad to try it. Malt looks happy enough.
- This will blow your mind.
Dave comes back in smiling. - Fuck.
Malt has the fit ready. - Hold your arm man and flex it to get those veins up, cool, alright, here it goes...
My heart is going like gabber as I watch my blood shoot into the barrel, Malt pushes the fine, fine gear into my vein, pulls the syringe out.
- Let go of your arm
The mirror I am looking in is now so, so far away.
- Fuu -- u- -ck fuck.
Deap breaths, holding myself up against the wall. I look up at myself in the mirror, and at Malt and Dave behind me.
I smile, they laugh. I turn around and we all crack up, I punch the fists with my own.
- ... is kooda shit ...
- ... feel the taste Russ? It is so goo ...
- ... oh man thisissogoodthanksforthemaddesthookupdave ...
Dave laughing - Nah thats cool man. /punches my fist again.
We clean up, we sit, we smoke, laughing. Shouldn't this be how it always is, the energy of a child flowing through your veins, your heart feeling like this is how it should be beating. Tingles all over like you're about to burst.
If we could feel like this all the time, it would be right.
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Not one of my best but I had the urge to write (it's 4am). Hope someone out there enjoys it, comments appreciated, postive and negative.
I miss those days.
We'd been sitting in my car, 40 degree heat waiting for a guy with some 'kooda' gear. All three of us stank, our sweat mixed with the amphetamine oozing out of our system. No time to stop for water, no time to fill a water bottle up at Malts place, we just made the call, and went to pick up.
We arrived at the train station and called the guy again, he said he'd be another half hour or so.
Another half hour in stinking heat while we perspired and smoked cigarettes. Waiting for some darty gear straight off the rock.
Malt and Dave were talking about the gear.
- No shit man, this is gonna be kooda gear. /Dave
- Can't wait to have a shot man, can't wait for the taste. /Malt
- I'm still fried man from last night, no shit aye.
- Same.
- Will this be better then last night? /me
- That was just a taste man, this gear will take your breath away. /Dave
Malt starts coughing. He throws his cigarette out the window and gets out the car. - Must be a tap round here somewhere. I look down at my thumb, slick with blood where I've been picking at it for ages, my nails are ragged. I here a siren, I see cops pull up.
- The fuck!? Shit! /Me
- Look the cops just pulling that guy over, chill out /Dave.
Malt gets back in the car smiling and asks if he can bung a smoke. - Sure. Whenever he gets something free: smoke, pot, gear, whatever, he smiles like santa has arrived. I think he's looping from being awake for few days.
A nice car pulls up.
- ok look straight ahead this guy doesn't like it when people he doesn't know look at him. /Dave
Dave's out of the car, I hear another door open.
Five
Four
Three
Two
...
...
...
ONE
Door slames, Dave gets in. - Lets go.
On the road again.
- You guys going to need some fits?
- I do, Dave?
- Yeah just get a pack I have enough.
PHARMACY! PHARMACY! ALL YOU NEED IS THE PHARMHERSY
Cool air hits Malt's face. To the counter.
- May I please have a fit pack?
- Would you like some spoons as well?
- No thanks.
CLAP! BARTERING HAS OCCURED/PLEASE LEAVE THE STORE WHILE I LOOK AT YOU WITH DISAPPROVAL.
In the car, I look over at Malt, he is grinning at me like a madman. I look at dave in the rear view and he's face gives away nothing, he looks straight ahead, mouth slightly parted. Malt laughs as we pull up in the driveway.
Inside, cool air, the air conditioner has been left on. Malt pulls out the fits and looks at me, grinning still, I love that smile, puts me at ease, fuck knows why, the looping bastard.
- Hey, might as well have a shot /Malt
I think, I ponder, I bullshit. I've been wanting to try it, I knew I would, why even bother to act like I don't want to. - Ok man.
In the bathroom, Dave pulls out the packets, they add water to the baggies using the syringe - look at this shit dissolve man. They pull it back into the syringe and I watch as the blood flows into Malt's syringe. Dave's walked off, doesn't like people seeing him have a shot. Malt pulls out the syringe and unties his arm with his shirt.
- Haaaaah.
Malts pupils are massive.
- FUCKING HELL! noshitmanthisisthekoodashitthefuckingtastemannoshititisstrongiamfuckingFRIIIEED
I really want it, right now. After seeing that, you'd be mad not to. Or maybe I'm mad to try it. Malt looks happy enough.
- This will blow your mind.
Dave comes back in smiling. - Fuck.
Malt has the fit ready. - Hold your arm man and flex it to get those veins up, cool, alright, here it goes...
My heart is going like gabber as I watch my blood shoot into the barrel, Malt pushes the fine, fine gear into my vein, pulls the syringe out.
- Let go of your arm
The mirror I am looking in is now so, so far away.
- Fuu -- u- -ck fuck.
Deap breaths, holding myself up against the wall. I look up at myself in the mirror, and at Malt and Dave behind me.
I smile, they laugh. I turn around and we all crack up, I punch the fists with my own.
- ... is kooda shit ...
- ... feel the taste Russ? It is so goo ...
- ... oh man thisissogoodthanksforthemaddesthookupdave ...
Dave laughing - Nah thats cool man. /punches my fist again.
We clean up, we sit, we smoke, laughing. Shouldn't this be how it always is, the energy of a child flowing through your veins, your heart feeling like this is how it should be beating. Tingles all over like you're about to burst.
If we could feel like this all the time, it would be right.
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Not one of my best but I had the urge to write (it's 4am). Hope someone out there enjoys it, comments appreciated, postive and negative.
I miss those days.
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