I can't believe that asshole did what he did. What sick bastard does that? He's lucky that little chick said something, otherwise, I would've killed that mother fucker. That fat, old fuck had a thick head, too. God damn, my hand hurts!522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKhRQ1A6BIJ
I'm holding my bloody hand while also dope sick as shit right now headed to big Tommy's place. He's a friend, but moreover, my dealer. He's got a place just on the other side of the highway. It's about a twenty minute walk from our squat, depending on how shitty traffic is. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqcaacg79Bu
I've been awake since dawn trying to make some money for my morning shot of dope. That's one of my many problems: I'm a junky. A homeless junky. My dad left me and my mom when she got hooked on ice. That shit will fuck your life up. I've seen it. It takes out your face and body from picking. Then it'll screw up your teeth cuz you be running around everywhere clenching them. Then you're nothing but skin and bone. And if you bring the needle into the mix, all that shit will come quicker than you could say, Damn, I really fucked up. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpplWEjwhTQ
My mom, thankfully, hadn't reached that part yet. She's missing some teeth and all but she's alright I guess. She has good enough willpower to tell herself not to pick at her skin. Just not enough power to quit. Speaking about my mother like this damn-well makes me a hypocrite. But I believe everyone is a hypocrite. I'm hooked on the damn needle, too. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdPAk5y3gxk
When I turned eighteen, she didn't have enough money to take care of her habit and feed me, so she, after we had a huge fight, told me to hit the streets. So here I am. Been doing this for over a year now. Living in the bittersweet streets of Austin, Texas. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0yod8HykMb
I see my homie Vinny headed my way. Vinnie's a cool cat. He's probably the only hood rat I can trust. I mean, we've been buds ever since I became homeless. He, too, had a bad upbringing. He's like two years older than me and has been on the streets for three. So he kinda took me in, getting my back, and watching out for me when I first came out here. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡidRJfTI6s3
He already had some money this morning before we started spanging. He would 'spare for change' while I did the same, but would also read fortunes with tarot cards. I'd usually charge three to five to sometimes ten bucks depending on how advanced a reading they wanted. I had learned to read tarot from my mom years ago. But needless to say, nobody wanted a reading in the morning while they were late for work, so Vinnie had a big head-start on me. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMWWSq4P5Sy
"Hey! So how is it?" I yell at him. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxumyWtoEfH
He walks a little closer so he doesn't have to yell. Vinnie's always real chill like that. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6HLvrNZYP4
"Same shit as last night," he said. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfMLrDG2yPN
Vinnie had a shaved head, brown eyes and a funny, round nose like a teddy bear almost. All the drag hags wanted him and every guy respected him. He was just an all-'round nice guy. He was my best friend, I can say with confidence 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOCGw0BHrWs
"Shit, that's fine with me. I just gotta get something. I nearly puked walking here," I admitted. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfhxMf5GX03
"I know what you mean, Quickie. I hate this walk. How's your hand?"522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEJ62pGaHvH
I held it up so he could get a good look at it. I unwrapped the bloody bandage I had wrapped around it last night to stop the bleeding and gave him a quick peak like it was a big secret. Which it kinda was. If anyone said it was me who busted up that old man, cops would be on me like hookers on a loaded John. They love me down at the precinct, let me tell ya. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUgp8lSQJtV
"It's nothing a shot of dope won't fix. So that's what ima gon' to do." He and everybody call me Quick or Quickie. Not cuz I'm a I'm a quick one in the sack neither. It's just a street name I picked up. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4vJdSfr9cu
"What you got going on?" I asked. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuXe54MVvJW
" I'm gonna get Jill then, I dunno..."522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZv4rdkR7Db
"You dog, man. Well, alright I'll catch you around Vinster."522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQLZ23RlXfi
"Alright, Quick. Peace."522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIawVbAlsCN
Jill was this new chick to the streets. She had come up to me a few months ago asking for a place to crash. She was cute with real blonde hair and blue eyes. And short like a pixie girl. She looked like she used to be hot until her parents had beat the shit outta her. She still is cute with those scars across her face. Apparently, her dad used to whip her with his belt buckle, and not on her ass either. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbaoXbYw5Ho
Her and Vinnie clicked instantly. She actually convinced him to beat the shit outta her dad, which he did. Now, they were in love. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQyvl1UKw9W
I used to be in love. Heather was her name. But she had overdosed on some laced shit. It happened about two months after I joined up with the homeless kids—the drag rats and hags. I don't like to talk about it, though. But I do think about her daily. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlZYgLMBXED
That's just how this life is, man.
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