Last i remember a woman on the bus was chewing on a piece of bread. i could hear the mchanics in her jaw, clicking, winding, stretching, working. And i remember watching her rip apart the bread with her machine mouth of doom. Clicking winding working.
Now i find myself on hot pavement, there is a giant screen in front of my body and i’m in a wasteland of speed bumps. I must have passed out at the drive in.
As i gather myself up and dust myself off i notice a blood stain on my pants. I roll up the leg of my pants and see a pretty deep wound. It’s not so bad that i can’t walk though. I rip off the bottom on my shirt and spit on the slice, clean it up a bit and straighten up my back. I pull off my jacket and see a piece of cloth loosly strung around my upper arm.
“I am such a fuckin’ junkie” i said quietly to myself.
I stated across the parking lot to the snack shack. it was closed because it was daylight, but that was nothing i coudn’t handle. I went in, and went straight for the chocolate. Any chocolate. Then got myself a soda an sat down at a table sucking down mountain dew and stuffing m&m’s and snow caps by the handfulls into my mouth. when i had filled myself with 3 or 4 packeges of candy i lit up a cigarette and pulled a newspaper out of the trash to read.
The news today is…”Death….Died…..Execution…..Life…..Prison….”
It’s so sick. And now i’m getting sick from all that fuckin’ candy.
I go into the bathroom, sit on the toilet and search through my jacket pockets. I get out a needle, some cotton, 2 bags and that piece of cloth i had had around my arm.
“i am such a fuckin’ junkie…” i smirk.