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Comfortably Numb"The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting" Nine Inch Nails Hurt
The needle punctures the skin and pierces the vein. Despite the constant practice I still wince for a second, taking a deep breath my thumb pushes down on the plunger pumping the murky brown liquid into my system. Once pushed as far as it will go I take another breath and pull, the thin tube of metal slides out of my flesh, the pain is already dulled. Blood leaks out ready to scab over adding to the little collection of tiny circular wounds on my arm. Casting the now useless needle aside a clumsily untie the rag tourniquet a little above the freshest mark. One handed and quickly zoning out it takes a while but I manage to tear it off, for no reason I clutch a piece of it in my hand like a treasure. Laying back finally free to relax, my bed for the night and the past three or so weeks is a stained mattress that creaks something awful when I move.
Not wanting to look at the mattress or the threadbare and wel
Joe the Scab
There was once a scab named Joe
Whom looked for work were the pickets did go
He lived his own golden age
On double the normal wage
Until a starved Wobblie cracked his head with a Hoe
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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