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Bluelighter
A view of the world from outerspace...
a sketch slow zoom in to the United States, Illinois, Chicago, a Metra Train packed liked sardines with evening rush-hour commuters, first train car, the bathroom stall, a girl with mustard yellow hair.
The rock was calling her name out she needed a hit wanted a hit and nothing was going to stand in her way. She was seated on the toilet trying to absorb the rocking motion of the train, in her hand she clutched a battered and shattered crack pipe. The pipe stained with a yellowish oily residue was stuffed with Brillo and cigarette ash, balancing the pipe inbetween her knees she dumped a pea sized rock into her sweaty palms she broke it in two and loaded the jagged broken end of the pipe. She grabs the lighter on her lap. It was one of those clear cheapie lighters with the metal cage removed on the top and the flame adjuster was cranked around the bend leaving her with a 3 inch mini blowtorch flame.
Quickly she waved the lighter over the top of the rocks in the pipe melting them into the brillo. With a flick of the fingers she starts sucking and rotating the pipe in a circular motion puffing and inhaling deeply. The smoke numbed her mouth and she knew she had some good rock when the metallic sound of ringing bells started to grow in her head before she even began to exhale. Holding her breath she stood on top of the toilet and tried to blow the smoke into the exhaust vent. The smoke was thick and wasn't cooperating with her plan it spiraled down away from the vent. She quickly jumped down and put the pipe in her pocket, feeling the hot glass on her skin thru her pants pocket. She gets scattered and beads of sweat start to form on her forehead. In that same instant as she was enjoying(?) the rush of inhaled cocaine a piercing sound started going off.
Oh fuck, when the fuck did they install smoke alarms in the bathrooms, panic immediately hits her and her heart rate picks up to a speed comparable to a 16 yr old kid jerking off in a flurrying of quickness to a porno mag. She opens the door and is met with the eyes of 40 or 50 people [mainly business commuters and the random college kid thrown in]taking the train home from the city. She eyes go directly to the floor as she immediately exits the car and starts walking thru the other train cars, trying to distance herself from the earsplitting BEEP BEEP BEEP of the smoke detector. She runs to an upper deck seat and grabs a newspaper and opens it wide trying to hide in a child-like sense. Those beads of sweat are now rolling down her forehead and her stomach is flipping that familiar flip associated with the first rip of rock. She tries to concentrate on the newspaper but the words themselves are vibrating and becoming blurry. She bites her bottom lip and squeezes her eyes tight wishing she was off the train and in safe surroundings.
Soon one of the Conductors opens the sliding door to the train car and starts his walk down the aisle calling out the next stop. He stops right under her and taps her foot. She wants to run, flee, kick the fucker in the face, looking down at the old 50-something conductor he asks for her ticket. Ticket, ugh its in my pocket. She is an obvious sight of drug use. She fishes around in her pocket and pulls out the rumpled ticket and slides it into the ticket holder. The conductor looks at the ticket and than back at her, are you alright Miss? Yea yea Im fine thanks. He walks away glancing over his shoulder at the panic stricken young girl.
Thoughts swirl in his head as he swings his ticket puncher in a circular motion. The girl digs back into her pocket and pulls out a pharmaceutical bottle and dumps it into her hands she picks up two long bars and swallows them dry. As soon as the conductor is gone she throws the newspaper down and gets up and walks down to the ground floor and exits the car in the opposite direction as the conductor. She goes to another bathroom stall and sits down and pulls out a handkerchief from her coat pocket and unfolds it a blackened spoon is quickly filled with a few small rocks of white heroin, she fills her needle up in her water bottle and sprays the dope down. A brown liquid emerges as she throws a ripped cigarette butt into the solution and quickly sucks up the liquid. Her hands are shaking and vision is blurry as she tries to fight back the panic attack she is having. She ties off and tries to settle her self while finding a vein. She slides in and starts manipulating the needle in small jabbing motions trying desperately to hit her small thin veins, the rocking and jerking motion of the train only adds to her frustration. Finally she registers and slams the plunger down. She leaves the needle in and hangs her head, waiting for the rush of heroin to take away her crack panic.
The girls first feels the smack in the pit of her stomach and soon she feels the heavenly rush as the dope seems to fill up every cell in her body with relief. She embraces the moment and lets the rush wash over her. Removing the needle a small bubble of blood forms at the injection site. Which she quickly licks clean like a dog licking its self clean.
Drew is sitting in his Cadillac at the train stop of her choice. The train is running late and he is getting pissed as she wont pick up her cellphone which he chalks up to her being on the train. He is listening to some golden oldies on the radio reclining comfortably in the leather seats. He stares at the digital clock watching the minutes slowly turn. To his left are two love birds kissing in the cold visible breath weather, he opens the door and spits on the ground just as the train pulls into the station.
He sits back and tries to pick her out from the crowd of people bursting out of the train, soon he picks out her frail frame walking at a brisk pace. Drew clicks the unlock button and the girl jumps into the car. Go Go Go she says, whats the deal he asks, nothing just get out of here. Ok slow down speed demon you got my dope? Yea, here she shoves drew a cellophane crammed with little wrapped up pieces of tin-foil that are taped up with brown packing tape. Are the all there? he asks not looking for an answer as he quickly counts 2, 4, 8, 12... yea ok here's your money and slides her a crisp hundred dollar bill. The needle is loaded and drew is injecting himself with-in 2 minutes of her entering his car. She is fumbling around loading her rock into the pipe, wanna hit? No thanks Drew replies as the heroin enters his blood stream. Drop me off at Starbucks the girl tells him he pulls up front and says later, she shuts the door and walks away. Drew flips the dial on the stereo and pulls off into traffic. Deal done he thinks to himself as he throws the bags of dope onto the passenger seat. He pops a Klonapin under his tongue, clicks his seatbelt and turns the volume up.
a sketch slow zoom in to the United States, Illinois, Chicago, a Metra Train packed liked sardines with evening rush-hour commuters, first train car, the bathroom stall, a girl with mustard yellow hair.
The rock was calling her name out she needed a hit wanted a hit and nothing was going to stand in her way. She was seated on the toilet trying to absorb the rocking motion of the train, in her hand she clutched a battered and shattered crack pipe. The pipe stained with a yellowish oily residue was stuffed with Brillo and cigarette ash, balancing the pipe inbetween her knees she dumped a pea sized rock into her sweaty palms she broke it in two and loaded the jagged broken end of the pipe. She grabs the lighter on her lap. It was one of those clear cheapie lighters with the metal cage removed on the top and the flame adjuster was cranked around the bend leaving her with a 3 inch mini blowtorch flame.
Quickly she waved the lighter over the top of the rocks in the pipe melting them into the brillo. With a flick of the fingers she starts sucking and rotating the pipe in a circular motion puffing and inhaling deeply. The smoke numbed her mouth and she knew she had some good rock when the metallic sound of ringing bells started to grow in her head before she even began to exhale. Holding her breath she stood on top of the toilet and tried to blow the smoke into the exhaust vent. The smoke was thick and wasn't cooperating with her plan it spiraled down away from the vent. She quickly jumped down and put the pipe in her pocket, feeling the hot glass on her skin thru her pants pocket. She gets scattered and beads of sweat start to form on her forehead. In that same instant as she was enjoying(?) the rush of inhaled cocaine a piercing sound started going off.
Oh fuck, when the fuck did they install smoke alarms in the bathrooms, panic immediately hits her and her heart rate picks up to a speed comparable to a 16 yr old kid jerking off in a flurrying of quickness to a porno mag. She opens the door and is met with the eyes of 40 or 50 people [mainly business commuters and the random college kid thrown in]taking the train home from the city. She eyes go directly to the floor as she immediately exits the car and starts walking thru the other train cars, trying to distance herself from the earsplitting BEEP BEEP BEEP of the smoke detector. She runs to an upper deck seat and grabs a newspaper and opens it wide trying to hide in a child-like sense. Those beads of sweat are now rolling down her forehead and her stomach is flipping that familiar flip associated with the first rip of rock. She tries to concentrate on the newspaper but the words themselves are vibrating and becoming blurry. She bites her bottom lip and squeezes her eyes tight wishing she was off the train and in safe surroundings.
Soon one of the Conductors opens the sliding door to the train car and starts his walk down the aisle calling out the next stop. He stops right under her and taps her foot. She wants to run, flee, kick the fucker in the face, looking down at the old 50-something conductor he asks for her ticket. Ticket, ugh its in my pocket. She is an obvious sight of drug use. She fishes around in her pocket and pulls out the rumpled ticket and slides it into the ticket holder. The conductor looks at the ticket and than back at her, are you alright Miss? Yea yea Im fine thanks. He walks away glancing over his shoulder at the panic stricken young girl.
Thoughts swirl in his head as he swings his ticket puncher in a circular motion. The girl digs back into her pocket and pulls out a pharmaceutical bottle and dumps it into her hands she picks up two long bars and swallows them dry. As soon as the conductor is gone she throws the newspaper down and gets up and walks down to the ground floor and exits the car in the opposite direction as the conductor. She goes to another bathroom stall and sits down and pulls out a handkerchief from her coat pocket and unfolds it a blackened spoon is quickly filled with a few small rocks of white heroin, she fills her needle up in her water bottle and sprays the dope down. A brown liquid emerges as she throws a ripped cigarette butt into the solution and quickly sucks up the liquid. Her hands are shaking and vision is blurry as she tries to fight back the panic attack she is having. She ties off and tries to settle her self while finding a vein. She slides in and starts manipulating the needle in small jabbing motions trying desperately to hit her small thin veins, the rocking and jerking motion of the train only adds to her frustration. Finally she registers and slams the plunger down. She leaves the needle in and hangs her head, waiting for the rush of heroin to take away her crack panic.
The girls first feels the smack in the pit of her stomach and soon she feels the heavenly rush as the dope seems to fill up every cell in her body with relief. She embraces the moment and lets the rush wash over her. Removing the needle a small bubble of blood forms at the injection site. Which she quickly licks clean like a dog licking its self clean.
Drew is sitting in his Cadillac at the train stop of her choice. The train is running late and he is getting pissed as she wont pick up her cellphone which he chalks up to her being on the train. He is listening to some golden oldies on the radio reclining comfortably in the leather seats. He stares at the digital clock watching the minutes slowly turn. To his left are two love birds kissing in the cold visible breath weather, he opens the door and spits on the ground just as the train pulls into the station.
He sits back and tries to pick her out from the crowd of people bursting out of the train, soon he picks out her frail frame walking at a brisk pace. Drew clicks the unlock button and the girl jumps into the car. Go Go Go she says, whats the deal he asks, nothing just get out of here. Ok slow down speed demon you got my dope? Yea, here she shoves drew a cellophane crammed with little wrapped up pieces of tin-foil that are taped up with brown packing tape. Are the all there? he asks not looking for an answer as he quickly counts 2, 4, 8, 12... yea ok here's your money and slides her a crisp hundred dollar bill. The needle is loaded and drew is injecting himself with-in 2 minutes of her entering his car. She is fumbling around loading her rock into the pipe, wanna hit? No thanks Drew replies as the heroin enters his blood stream. Drop me off at Starbucks the girl tells him he pulls up front and says later, she shuts the door and walks away. Drew flips the dial on the stereo and pulls off into traffic. Deal done he thinks to himself as he throws the bags of dope onto the passenger seat. He pops a Klonapin under his tongue, clicks his seatbelt and turns the volume up.
