Tag Archives: Dealer’s

Sympathy for the Dealer

Indio was not a nice man he’d just as soon steal your wallet or fuck your girlfriend as sell you dope but this was a business of freaks and assholes not nice men He had the smack brown and sticky … More

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Bus Stop 3am

I’d never sucked a man’s dick before and I tried, lord, how I tried but I just couldn’t do it It wasn’t his gender or genitalia I objected to but his personal hygiene of lack thereof His huge, hairy stomach … More

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I Don’t Want to Give Up This Life

I see the back of a head as I get out of bed and, as I study the stringy, blond hair, I whisper out loud, “Who is it, this time?” and I wonder what piece of my soul I’ve needed … More

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Manilla Snowflake

The Manila Snowflake was falling it fell all around fell all over town and the junkies fell with it dropping like flies on a bloody, bloated corpse On Monday morning, I sat at the window, cooking my dope, watching the … More

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Let It Be

“Let it be,” Sarah said to me, as I tried to preach to her for the umpteenth time of the benefits of sobriety and working the twelve steps. “Just let it fucking be.” So I fell silent and merely gazed … More

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She Was Just Getting Started

Her innocence was the first thing I noticed. She didn’t belong in a place like this. She was too good for these junkies and killers and speed freaks and thieves. She was too good for me. But she was just … More

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The Final Straw

I think it’s time you heard my own grim fairy tale that I like to call “The Night the Refrigerator Mysteriously Defrosted.” It goes a little something like this. I used to keep my dope in the freezer overnight, so … More

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Junkies Die Alone: Wailing Down the Hall

drifting in and out listening to my skin crawl it whispers of a million microscopic pains “Grab a pen,” it says, “let me help you identify then catalog them all.” and somewhere on the brink of sleep a lonely, haunted … More

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The Jig is Up

I feel like a vampire walking into the floodlights for a stage play he’s never even read It’s only my sister’s apartment but the harsh light burns like an open flame and there is a crowd of family members staring … More

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Distortion

I snap my head to attention from a dead sleep and for an instant, I cannot figure out where I am or what I am doing. Then the pain hits like a runaway train with memory dragged kicking and screaming … More

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