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St Jimmy

Jesus of Subrbia

Posts: 19

Date: Apr 15, 2008

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The Tambourine Man : He had fed the need, on the lion man in the park. Quick and easy. Just a little something to get him on his feet and sober. It had lasted for a few days. Kept the power at bay, but what went in always had to go out. He couldn't help it and soon after helping the dog that had been run over by a bronco he was dry again. It was always the fucking same old story. Once he was dry he had to feed again, and he hated it. Hated using someone for their energy. Vampires sure, they were old as hell and alot of them had willingly been turned. He guessed they got to a point where feeding just didn't bother them anymore. Plus they were superhuman so they probably had better control. The irony here being that if he just used his powers more he'd probably get better control to. Right now though he never could tell. A small drink, a large one. How much would he take. Sometimes inside he felt like a cracked and dry desert ground, and that energy was rain pouring into him. He could suck it all up and leave another person dry as bone. Soulless almost, or dead. It had happened before. Happened with a girl that he.....but that was a long ass time ago. Jimmy didn't like to think about it. Not now. Not ever. : :So once again he was at the apartment complex. Once again standing in the doorway of T-Tommy's place. It had been a couple minutes, standing there with the eight hundred pound gorilla on his back. Itching for a fix but knowing that it would only make things worse. Only take him right back down into the gutter. Just once. That was what he promised. He would buy a stash, get loaded over the weekend and then use the last of his cash to get a cheap motel room and dry out. Yeah, this time it would work. Finally he knocked and T-Tommy answered the door. Half naked and tweaky with a sort of angry gleam in his eye. Leaning out the door he looked around quick and nervy before stepping back and letting Jimmy inside. The place smelled moldy, like it hadn't been cleaned in awhile, and there were two mangy cats roaming around that sprayed the place giving it that nice undertone of male cat musk. On the floor in front of the television was T-Tommy girlfriend of the moment, her skin a nice healthy shade of green. When she smiled at his distractedly he could see where her teeth were ground down, the brown pocked marks on her face from picking at the meth scabs. A blister on the center of her lip that only a crack head would recognize as a pipe mark. Yes, this was home. Sad but true.: :The couch was saggy, springs busted in the center but he sat down on it. T-Tommy knew just what he needed. Just what he liked and he started setting him up right there in the living room. The hypodermics were usually copped from a drugstore, telling the pharmisict some bullshit about being diabetic. Jimmy watched as he cut up three rows of coke, lined on an old mirror that was warped, the view wavered like a funhouse mirror. The coke would bring him up. A nice few minutes of perfection before coming back again. Then the shot would temper the buzz, make him float, make it last. Lifting his hips from the sofa, his back pressing into the springy back he undid his belt, pulling it out of the loops of his stretch jeans. Wrapping it around his right arm, which was now a bit beefier from a few weeks of sobriety and some food in him. Looped through the metal buckle he put the end between his teeth and twisted his head to the side, pulling it tight. From the corner of his eye he could see T-Tommy fixing him up, filling the needle with what was usually high grade Shiva, black tar beauty. The belt was secured through those lower loops that had been punched through years ago with a knife.: :Leaning forward, it was devils dandruff first and then the poke. That was how he liked it. But as he leaned in towards the table, feeling the familiar tingle as the circulation in his arm was being deadened by the belt T-Tommy stopped him. Pay before play, yeah he knew the rules. Reaching into his pocket he tossed half his money on the table. That was it he promised. That was all he would cop and then he would go straight to that hotel to dry out. With maybe a few bars of Xanex to help lessen the blow. Leaning down he pressed a finger to one nostril as he sucked up the white powder through a straw made of a rolled up browned dollar bill. It burned for a split second before it hit the brain. Cortexes opening. The world suddenly on a much larger scope. Everything went into fast forward, his heart fluttered and the world was perfection.: :Falling back against the couch he floated for a minute before straightening out his arm, wrist on his knee. Eyes now slightly blurry tried to focus on the crook where a nice healthy blue vein was popping up. The needle wavered a bit as it was handed over and with the ease of an expert he slid the needles clip into that blue runway. No sting or bite, the coke helped that. Depressing the plunger he felt a cold sensation in his arm before everything came together perfectly. Needle was pulled out and tossed away with complete disregard, and the belt was pulled with shaky violence from his arm, left to fall across the arm of the couch as he bent his arm up, closing off the pathway of the vein a moment before letting it fall back down. T-Tommy was snorting one of the lines he'd paid for but in that moment he didn't care. Somewhere off in the bedroom he heard the baby screaming, saw his skinny raggedy ann girlfriend get up to go see to the problem, and then his eyes just fixed loosely on the TV that was playing what he assumed was War of the Worlds. The day would be spent in the house, talking, rambling, fixing the world in his own mind, and by the time night came it didn't seem like such a bad idea to buy a little more. After all it was just money, and this was pure bliss.: __________________

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