My body ached. I didn't want to get out of bed but I had to. I
needed my fix. Junk. Stuff. Heroin. My body was feeling the effects of
withdrawal. I knew I should have bought a paper instead of those rocks. It’s
too late now. Think. Who will cuff me a hit? Too sick to hit the street and try
selling. Need to get better first.
My best friend! He always says yes. I know, I know. I owe him
over $3000 already. Its okay, I'll get lucky soon and come into some good coin.
I know I will.
Two hours later, showered and feeling better, I cook up some
rock to sell on the corner. Have to make them big. Too much competition out
there. Just gonna smoke a bit. I'll still have enough to pay my
friend.
8 hours later, shit!! Smoked it all. What am I gonna do? Gotta
hit the street and hustle for one of the Spanish guys out there. That will keep
me high for the rest of the night, then I will hit up welfare for some
cash.
Next day, no luck with welfare. They wont release my check to
me. Its welfare day! What’s up?
Okay, no problem. Its welfare day, lots of money on the corner,
selling rock. Just work for one of the dealers on the
corner.
4 hours later, been working my ass off, gonna have a nice bag of
rocks to take home and some junk. Yeah. It’s a beautiful day! Sun is
shining, I have eaten, and I have lots of
business.
Sirens. Cops...shit!! Up against the wall, all of us. Damn! Cop
searches me, there goes the dope, good thing I had already unloaded the coin.
Whose dope? Stupid cop. "Found it in the alley while I was tweaking" yeah
right.
Off to jail. No bail. No nothing. No cash, no smokes, no junk.
Gonna shake this one rough. Done it many times before. Least this time I am not
too wired. Only been out for 2 months this time. Was in for year and a half
before that.
Kicking in jail. Good thing I got friends. For real. Little
taste here and there. Enough to keep it
real.
Sentencing. 19 months? Shit...again? I think I am getting too old
for this game. Well, this time I will do the programs they offer me. Not gonna
hurt. Wont change anything and it will pass the
time.
One year later... didn’t apply for parole. Knew I would fuck
up.
Took a few programs and paid attention. Model of Change... good
program. I think this one may work...
Release day...high that night. I will never change. I don’t want
to change. I like escaping by getting high.
I don’t like being sick though. I think I am getting wired
again...time to make a decision...Call your bro... All he can say is 'no' right?
I call. Money is on the way. I buy a bus ticket. I have made my decision. I am
leaving Vancouver. Just for a week or two. See how I like it in a different province.
Now I have to get on the bus. Have to party first.
One more hoot, one more line. One more party with my friends.
Missed 2 busses out of the city already. My real friends are saying 'go'
get outta here. You never shoulda been here in the first place. You are a good
person. Go and get your life together.
I get on the bus, 3 days too late. But still in time to save my
life.
needed my fix. Junk. Stuff. Heroin. My body was feeling the effects of
withdrawal. I knew I should have bought a paper instead of those rocks. It’s
too late now. Think. Who will cuff me a hit? Too sick to hit the street and try
selling. Need to get better first.
My best friend! He always says yes. I know, I know. I owe him
over $3000 already. Its okay, I'll get lucky soon and come into some good coin.
I know I will.
Two hours later, showered and feeling better, I cook up some
rock to sell on the corner. Have to make them big. Too much competition out
there. Just gonna smoke a bit. I'll still have enough to pay my
friend.
8 hours later, shit!! Smoked it all. What am I gonna do? Gotta
hit the street and hustle for one of the Spanish guys out there. That will keep
me high for the rest of the night, then I will hit up welfare for some
cash.
Next day, no luck with welfare. They wont release my check to
me. Its welfare day! What’s up?
Okay, no problem. Its welfare day, lots of money on the corner,
selling rock. Just work for one of the dealers on the
corner.
4 hours later, been working my ass off, gonna have a nice bag of
rocks to take home and some junk. Yeah. It’s a beautiful day! Sun is
shining, I have eaten, and I have lots of
business.
Sirens. Cops...shit!! Up against the wall, all of us. Damn! Cop
searches me, there goes the dope, good thing I had already unloaded the coin.
Whose dope? Stupid cop. "Found it in the alley while I was tweaking" yeah
right.
Off to jail. No bail. No nothing. No cash, no smokes, no junk.
Gonna shake this one rough. Done it many times before. Least this time I am not
too wired. Only been out for 2 months this time. Was in for year and a half
before that.
Kicking in jail. Good thing I got friends. For real. Little
taste here and there. Enough to keep it
real.
Sentencing. 19 months? Shit...again? I think I am getting too old
for this game. Well, this time I will do the programs they offer me. Not gonna
hurt. Wont change anything and it will pass the
time.
One year later... didn’t apply for parole. Knew I would fuck
up.
Took a few programs and paid attention. Model of Change... good
program. I think this one may work...
Release day...high that night. I will never change. I don’t want
to change. I like escaping by getting high.
I don’t like being sick though. I think I am getting wired
again...time to make a decision...Call your bro... All he can say is 'no' right?
I call. Money is on the way. I buy a bus ticket. I have made my decision. I am
leaving Vancouver. Just for a week or two. See how I like it in a different province.
Now I have to get on the bus. Have to party first.
One more hoot, one more line. One more party with my friends.
Missed 2 busses out of the city already. My real friends are saying 'go'
get outta here. You never shoulda been here in the first place. You are a good
person. Go and get your life together.
I get on the bus, 3 days too late. But still in time to save my
life.