Waiting for The Dope Man

I sit in my room with a hot rag held against the inside of my elbow to reduce the swelling from a partially missed shot of meth.I didn't miss alot, only a small amount. It's these damn short needles, I gotta shove em down deep to hit my veins.

The kids are playing outside and Gina's in the kitchen, thawing chicken to make tacos, and I'm waiting on a call back from the dope man.  He called me a while ago to let me know he handled what he needed to handle and from the sound of it he's waiting on the new connect.

I've got maybe 40 cents worth of shit left, enough for one bac (hopefully) good shot. My guy just texted me, confirming that his plug is en route and assuring me that the moment he gets his shit together he'll call me.

My guys name is Andrew, but he goes by the nick name white boy. Hes originally from Philly, same as my ma and my uncles. I think at times that might be part of the reason we click so well.

We both have an east coast attitude, fast paced, aggressive,  and no time for bullshit. He knows I got his back just like I know he's got mine. In the year or more since I first met him we've never had any problem, personal or otherwise.

Ive never fucked off his money or his shit and I usually come thru when he's in a pinch. Due to that I get the VIP treatment when I get product thru him. I can walk out of his place with a ball of shit and a zip of herb all day long because he knows I'm good for it.

And he knows that I have his back, whether he needs a couple hundred to cover the next pick up, or someone decides they don't need to pay up on what they owe. Collecting is my specialty, I'm pretty persuasive when I need to be. Especially when I'm holding an axe handle that I've already hit you in the kneecaps with..

I drank five or six jager bombs before doing my shot and I feel more drunk then high even tho the shot I did wasn't a little one. I started shooting up nine years ago, my tolerance is superhuman, and my veins are shot.

The loads I do have a consistency close to that of maple syrup. Lots of dope and just enough water to break it down. I sleep every night and eat every day, but still I'm always tired, and my pants keep getting looser.