She asks me – politely – to stop pissing in the kitchen sink
and I ask if she’d like to rail some of the powder I got in my bag -
She then smiles and looks at me directly
The whites of her eyes are red – but I ain’t judgin’ –
Cause so are mine
I think her name is Cherry, or Cherie’, or Charity, or Cheryl
I return my member to my trousers
and turn on the faucet to let it run
____
It’s a Tuesday evening – and none of us have to work in the morning
Fuck all that nonsense – fucking pro-capitalist, hard-working bullshit –
It’s then Tommy – he’s my best mate – from the living room –
he laughs like a fucking donkey, like he is high as fuck –
and I know he is because I sold him the drugs
He speaks loudly when he says, “Freddie Kreuger could kick Jason Voorhee’s fucking ass, man – ya know (?) – but that motherfucker jus’ don’t die”, and I look over to see Patrick nod his head, while Bobby is passed the fuck out
He’s been up for 4 days
And I make a mental note to put a blanket over him later
____
I learn her name is Barbara (not Cherry) – and she’s wearing day-glow fuck-me-pink lipstick -
It is then we begin to partake of the elegant and perfect rails (with me as the Train Conductor) that are beautifully presented before us –
A stunning straight-lined New Year’s Day parade of glass –
“I usually shoot it, but I can’t find my spoon”, she complains –
as she stands in a room with a drawer filled with spoons -
But I suspect she’s just casually conversating, rather than actually complaining
I shake my head and realize I’m not wearing a shirt, though I don’t remember taking it off
Tommy is skinny – like, fucking, hooker or Calvin Klein model skinny – and he joins Barbara and I in the kitchen
“It smells like fucking piss” he says – and I observe the faucet is still running
Barbara then mumbles something I can’t understand while shaking her head and rolling her eyes –
Her pupils are dilated as fuck and she looks a bit space alien – but, I ain’t judgin’
Cause so are mine
____
“Yo, Jimmy”, Tommy whispers to me as if it’s a secret
“I think Bobby’s fucking dead – he ain’t breathin’ and he ain’t movin’”
“It’s sleep apnea or some shit”, I reply – without knowing what I’m talking about -
so we let Bobby be
I make a mental note to put a blanket over him later
____
Morning begins to delicately embrace the tips of the mountains in the near-distance –
With fiery determination, the flecks of sun threaten the shrinking darkness above it -
The dim streetlights naturally extinguish themselves as the blackness retreats until it, once again, will claim victory over the brightness of the day
Night turns into daylight and daylight turns into night
As night turns into daylight and daylight turns into night
____
“Yo, Jimmy” Tommy says kind of loudly
“I think Bobby is dead. He still ain’t breathin’”
Barbara lifts her pinkie up to her nostril to do another bump
as I apply powder to my gums and to my teeth -
As Patrick stares at the images in the porn mag he’s been lookin’ at for the past hour
“Yo, Jimmy …”, Tommy repeats, his breathing a bit more labored than usual
I then look at Bobby and make a mental note to put a blanket over him later
and tell Barbara I have found her spoon
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