Post by shootbootleg on Feb 27, 2010 7:04:04 GMT -5
A day without pills feels like I’m 5 again and my best friend took my favorite toy. And broke it just to spite me. Nothing feels right and nothing ever will until I swallow at least 10 of them which is already a handy handful. So damn used to them I don’t really need water, so I just chew them to taste the bitter powder. f*ck it. Today it’ll be 20. Two thirds of a pack. Tomorrow I’ll go cold turkey. That’s not The Problem really.
One Subutex costs around 50 Verminette and you can get pretty nicely tweaked if you put it under your tongue and wait for it to dissolve. Wait a bit; wait at least 20 minutes for it to come in mildly and the old familiar feeling swells up inside the mind and overwhelmes you. Heart beats slower. You need a drink.
Cooking it up on the other hand gets you there in 3 minutes and counting down, depends on how you’ve got caught up on it. Sometimes you need two. That is The Problem. Fix it up and shoot it again.
“Da, ovo je zadnji put.” – oops, rewind and put on some subtitles. English preferably.
“Yeah, this is the last time.” – the slow, friendly voice said. There you go.
Everyone I know in town is hooked up on Subutex just because there’s no vitamin H around. Everyone except Her.
And it’s cheaper. And you can get it at your every local ex-junkie-wannabe. Used for treatment and not for shooting up, Subutex is a swift weapon for the mindless indulgence. I don’t know for what the junkies use their money after they sell their prescripted pills. Like I said. No vitamin H in ages. Perhaps to get drunk. At least that’s legal.
“That’s what you said a week ago.” – I think that was me.
I don’t know why I came back, seeing that I hate this town truly and utterly. Vermin City is your gateway to Hell, a corridor to Nowhere and Nothing really in between. You’re dropped here and they leave you. Plain and simple as that. Oh yeah, now I remember.
“Have you seen her?” – I asked.
“Who?”
“Nevermind.”
“You gotta love these Mondays huh, man?” – the voice continued.
“I prefer Sundays.”
“Like in Sunday school?”
“Never been but I know Jesus must love me”
“Oh yeah, that he does.”
This town has the biggest number in suicides in the whole country. Not a lot of O.Ds though. Guess users are the most careful. It’s the business men and women in white picket fences that must be the most miserable. Thought it should be the other way around.
I lit up a cigarette.
- I think I’ll split. Going back to the hotel. I really need to take a shower. Perhaps a shave.
- Ugh, ok. See ya when I see ya… Ugh…
- Are you okay? – smoke came through my nose,
- Yes… ugh – and then vomit, all black and inky came though his.
- You drink too much coffee. And shoot too much vitamin S.
- I’m fine…”
- Happy birthday by the way. – and I was off.
- Yeah, thanks man… - as I was going through the hall an elevator came up. The damn thing didn’t work when we were getting up. So she stepped out and for a second I thought that was really Her in those nice red stilettos matching the lipstick red lips.
- Hi. – I said.
No reply, she just rushed in her room, shaking to unlock the door and lock it back as she entered. No wonder. I would probably do the same if I knew users were my neighbors. f*ck that, if I wasn’t an occasional mishapper myself I’d probably took a 12 gauge and shoot my way through their bodies and take a dump on their heads. But that’s just me.
No cab in hell is going to halt in this neighborhood, so I walked a couple of blocks with my shoe untied thinking if I lean to tie it I’d probably fall and hit my head. To accidently stand on it and trip would make the same portray. So I was staggering along the road thinking why did I ever come back if it wasn’t for Her. For the vitamins? No, I can get them at my old town. It certainly isn’t ‘cause of the company by vomiting friends is. Or his junkie slash dealer slash friend. Then out of the blue, out of the pale naked sky, from a 13-story building with an awful thump came a body crashing right in front of me.
A fat naked guy, wearing just an apron was all beaten up by the concrete. Had a spatula in his right hand.
- They… ar… all… burned down… - he said. But I was too weak and too much tweak ran thrugh my veins slightly and mildly letting me go, to really care that they all are burned down.
So I called the police reporting a suicide in the worst part of the town, knowing they won’t hurry at all. Won’t care at all. So why the hell should I? Probably was a waste of a Verminette for the payphone.
Two blocks away, I finally caught a cab.
- Vermin Plaza, please. – it was a really hot day so no wonder for the smell.
- Yes, sir.
A moment of silence. Now I actually wondered what was burned down. Were they pancakes? Cookies perhaps? Ham and eggs? Broccoli?
- A guy took a swan dive from a 13 story building right in front of me.
- Really? – the cab driver replied. – I had a similar thing happen to me, this girl almost hit my cab. A week or so. Missed by an inch. Lucky me. Here you are, Vermin Plaza.
- Yeah, lucky you. – I slammed the door and threw 10 Verminette in change through the opened passenger window.
- What the hell?
- And here’s one for luck. – hit his head with a penny. A penny for your thoughts.
One Subutex costs around 50 Verminette and you can get pretty nicely tweaked if you put it under your tongue and wait for it to dissolve. Wait a bit; wait at least 20 minutes for it to come in mildly and the old familiar feeling swells up inside the mind and overwhelmes you. Heart beats slower. You need a drink.
Cooking it up on the other hand gets you there in 3 minutes and counting down, depends on how you’ve got caught up on it. Sometimes you need two. That is The Problem. Fix it up and shoot it again.
“Da, ovo je zadnji put.” – oops, rewind and put on some subtitles. English preferably.
“Yeah, this is the last time.” – the slow, friendly voice said. There you go.
Everyone I know in town is hooked up on Subutex just because there’s no vitamin H around. Everyone except Her.
And it’s cheaper. And you can get it at your every local ex-junkie-wannabe. Used for treatment and not for shooting up, Subutex is a swift weapon for the mindless indulgence. I don’t know for what the junkies use their money after they sell their prescripted pills. Like I said. No vitamin H in ages. Perhaps to get drunk. At least that’s legal.
“That’s what you said a week ago.” – I think that was me.
I don’t know why I came back, seeing that I hate this town truly and utterly. Vermin City is your gateway to Hell, a corridor to Nowhere and Nothing really in between. You’re dropped here and they leave you. Plain and simple as that. Oh yeah, now I remember.
“Have you seen her?” – I asked.
“Who?”
“Nevermind.”
“You gotta love these Mondays huh, man?” – the voice continued.
“I prefer Sundays.”
“Like in Sunday school?”
“Never been but I know Jesus must love me”
“Oh yeah, that he does.”
This town has the biggest number in suicides in the whole country. Not a lot of O.Ds though. Guess users are the most careful. It’s the business men and women in white picket fences that must be the most miserable. Thought it should be the other way around.
I lit up a cigarette.
- I think I’ll split. Going back to the hotel. I really need to take a shower. Perhaps a shave.
- Ugh, ok. See ya when I see ya… Ugh…
- Are you okay? – smoke came through my nose,
- Yes… ugh – and then vomit, all black and inky came though his.
- You drink too much coffee. And shoot too much vitamin S.
- I’m fine…”
- Happy birthday by the way. – and I was off.
- Yeah, thanks man… - as I was going through the hall an elevator came up. The damn thing didn’t work when we were getting up. So she stepped out and for a second I thought that was really Her in those nice red stilettos matching the lipstick red lips.
- Hi. – I said.
No reply, she just rushed in her room, shaking to unlock the door and lock it back as she entered. No wonder. I would probably do the same if I knew users were my neighbors. f*ck that, if I wasn’t an occasional mishapper myself I’d probably took a 12 gauge and shoot my way through their bodies and take a dump on their heads. But that’s just me.
No cab in hell is going to halt in this neighborhood, so I walked a couple of blocks with my shoe untied thinking if I lean to tie it I’d probably fall and hit my head. To accidently stand on it and trip would make the same portray. So I was staggering along the road thinking why did I ever come back if it wasn’t for Her. For the vitamins? No, I can get them at my old town. It certainly isn’t ‘cause of the company by vomiting friends is. Or his junkie slash dealer slash friend. Then out of the blue, out of the pale naked sky, from a 13-story building with an awful thump came a body crashing right in front of me.
A fat naked guy, wearing just an apron was all beaten up by the concrete. Had a spatula in his right hand.
- They… ar… all… burned down… - he said. But I was too weak and too much tweak ran thrugh my veins slightly and mildly letting me go, to really care that they all are burned down.
So I called the police reporting a suicide in the worst part of the town, knowing they won’t hurry at all. Won’t care at all. So why the hell should I? Probably was a waste of a Verminette for the payphone.
Two blocks away, I finally caught a cab.
- Vermin Plaza, please. – it was a really hot day so no wonder for the smell.
- Yes, sir.
A moment of silence. Now I actually wondered what was burned down. Were they pancakes? Cookies perhaps? Ham and eggs? Broccoli?
- A guy took a swan dive from a 13 story building right in front of me.
- Really? – the cab driver replied. – I had a similar thing happen to me, this girl almost hit my cab. A week or so. Missed by an inch. Lucky me. Here you are, Vermin Plaza.
- Yeah, lucky you. – I slammed the door and threw 10 Verminette in change through the opened passenger window.
- What the hell?
- And here’s one for luck. – hit his head with a penny. A penny for your thoughts.
