This is a draft posting I did before those upstairs/I (through tech ignorance) crashed my comp...
The cold black wind blew through my bones last night...First very dopesick one for some time..I stood my ground, ignoring the gurgling of the meth djinn in the fridge trying to force his way out of the bottle and slither coldwarm into my stomach.
Blessed 9am is coming and............I hit the streets to score.
Of course, being a day when it is imperative that I score fast and w/out hass, no-one is about. I ride my mountain bike down through sheets of grey rain, past the peeling billboards on the Caledonian road, down to Kings Cross to make my connection..
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