I open my eyes lying in a pool of sweat – legs are cramping straight away, brains running one hundred miles an hour, how am I going to get a taste and fix myself? I know if I can drag myself down to the local hang, I can scam a tickle after a hundred mile walk which is only half a kilometre. I sit my arse down on the seat. In my right pocket I have three bodgies. In the left, some crumbs of White Ox and two papers.
I start rolling my first durrie and the first unsuspecting customer turns up to ask me if they can score a $50. My reply is - only the best mate, cops are hot around here. So I’ll slide it to you here. Show me the buggsie first. As he showed me the money I slid him the panadol packet. Thanks mate he says. I say no fucking drama. Soon as he is out of sight, I’m off to see the local gook with $50 and a 33 year old body that feels 102.
I drag myself down, I ring, I score. I know where to go. If I go to someone’s house they hang their arm out. So I’ve got to find somewhere to have a tickle. Anywhere will do. I find a good looking bush. I sit down behind it. I pull new fit, spoon and water out. Golden powder into the spoon. It mulls up clean. Straight away I drop in filter and suck up twenty mls.
Where’s my fucking vein? The normal ones have collapsed from the
buprenorphine. A bit of heat, it goes clear. I roll over my arm. There’s
the passage to no pain. A few pumps of my wrist. Swab. In it goes, jack
back, push, that beautiful taste hits the back of my throat . The pain gone
instantly.
I’m alive, so if the gronk comes back for his $50 at least I can punch
on now.
But I dare say he won’t because they’re all jellyfish up here. No one has got a spine, not that I have met yet, and the best thing is I’ve still got two more panadol packets. By the time I sell them I might actually go on the nod. Well, one can only hope. It’s only 8:30 in the morning. I have a long day ahead of me. It can only get better because tomorrow’s pension day.
So come see me. I sell the best panadol and air packets in the Valley. There‘ll be a few people who know who the author of this is. Keep it quiet guys...
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