[from Addict]
...the point was taken. a slight jab to the arm. looked away, over-shot. had to go in again.
some say that it was inevitable, THIS was inevitable. fall back in cinema style. curl the taste from the back of the mouth, bring it forward to the sweet spots on the tongue.
hogwash!
i say it now as ive said it then, everything; EVERYTHING!!! i chose to do. i wanted to. i made whatever excuse i could use, and it felt good. but i knew the demon well-enough by the time i sat there, dilated and smiling. sam came out of the back room having gone off to shoot into his ass-fat. the shuffle of his walk and the smile on his face said he too was in a happy place.
we talked. we smoked. and he was right, that vomiting that happens when you first start going...it was quik and easy. just like when being drunk and thankful to be emptying your guts of rot-gut wine. out went my mcdonalds cheeseburgers, fries, and coke.
sam just kept on talking.
then he nodded off. i looked up and saw the sky. tainted orange from street-lights. i couldnt see orion.
the next shot a few hours later did better. doubled the dose.
i saw stars.
friggin stars, man.
it was beautiful.
...sam showed me how to clean and care for my rig before i left. keep the cottons, for a later date. gave me my cut of what we had purchased, sent me on my way. we both knew i'd be back...