Saturday, December 11, 2010

Try to make me go

August 2010

Sunny day, lonely drifters passing by. A junkie has arrived into town. I know he is a heroine junkie because I was one. Back in the day. Some most enjoyed, most underappreciated.

It was the hour that separates day and night. His neck full of needle holes, the arm dose no longer enough. He looked at the little store. Smiled. He was suddenly home again...

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