Skag Overdose

Thair he wis, standing wi his dick in his hand, waiting fir us, waiting fir us tae cook one up fir him.

            - What’s taking so long ye cunt? Cannae fuckin garner the energy tae do it?   Tommy’s got it bad. He cannae even cook up his oon hits, lazy cunt. Evir since Rents gave him that hit, his gone doon hill. It’s a fucking shame.

Nivir take a hit or you’ll be chasing for the same orgasmic sensation fir the rest ay ur perr junky life. It’s mindless, takes ower ur body, ur will, ur motivation. Gone ar the days ay endless shagging wi the lassie, gone ar the days ay playing fitba. Thair’s nae turning back, nae redemption. Eviri day is consumed by the want fir mair skag and thit’s it.

            Ah pass the cunt a fresh syringe. In mere seconds, it is in his bloodstream, circulating tae eviri extremity ay his body. Now it’s ma turn, time tae answer tae the demands ay ma addiction. Mibbe ah could make this ma end, purposefully owerdose, n leave the scum ay the earth tae fend fir thirselves. Top missel aff. In reality, ah’ve got nuthin to lose apart fir the wonderful world ay skag.

            Ah nivir imagined a world wi oot it. It wuld be a world wi oot the Velvet Underground, Iggy, or Bowie. Fucked up world that wuld be. Not worth living in really. If thair ar aw these posh junkies, why ar we shunned, put intae the corner ay society tae rot away? It’s fucking unfair. Sometimes, ah git a little tae philosophical, contemplating ma life. Fuck it. Ah’m jist another junky cunt who needs his fix, thit’s it. Ah’m not special and nivir will be. Ah’ll see missel oan the other side.

            Ah’ve woken up, vomit scattered all about us. What the fuck have ah done, ah puked befair the poison killed me. It must be a sign. A sign telling us tae keep living ma life the way ah have. It cannae kill us. Ah’ve learned that now.