This stuff is really good.

It's alway s a good idea to send a girl out to score, that is if you know the dealer won't beat her.
Of course you can never tell when you'll get beat, that's just how it goes.
Sandy copped for us and we sure aren't beat now, just cruising on our own thing.

Mike is high... we all are.

He's explaining how the police are worse than drug users because they make peoples lives a misery... when all we do is try to make our lives better.
He stumbles out one of his typical junkie 'kill all the cops' lectures.

"I saw that bald cop with the moustache near the East Park corner this morning"...
"Yeah, he didn't see me. I went straight over to the cafe instead".

No-one says anything, we're all too gone.

"That old man needs ta learn to mind his own business"
"He snoops into my thing and I'll pop him. He better stay away man".

He raises a floppy wrist with a hooked trigger finger that half looks like it's aiming at his own head.

Gina says "He's just doing his job".
Which sounds so square she shuts up immediately.
This sends Mike off again.

"Old fool doesn't know the first thing about dope, everyone knows it should be legal... then we wouldn't have to shoot so much cut H, man".

This gets me thinking of that yellow stuff I got from a guy in the pool hall, I don't know what it was, but it wasn't heroin. My whole arm turned white and I passed out straight off, hitting my head on the rim of the toilet.
Now whenever I take a fix I can't help thinking about what it could be cut with.

Mike starts up again after I almost nod out, he's harder to understand this time...

"I'd liketa blow up city hall with one of those Cubin missiles".
I can barely see him across the dimly lit room where we're all slumped on couches and matresses.

He's shooting half a packet into his left arm.
The needle drops to the ground, spent.

"They can come 'n get me". He self-righteously snorts as he slumps foward in the chair and his head drops to his chest in a sudden nod.
Mike always knocks himself out like that, we call it his Party Trick.

I can feel my own nod calling as I picture Mike versus The Man in my head. The cut heroin circulating through my brain.