walking down peoria with wet shoes and a broken heart

  The wind is cold on my skin as walk down peoria. It snowed at least five inches yesterday, so my feet have been soaked since I left my house.
 The cold of the rocky mountain wind isnt anywhere near as bad as the ice like death chill deep in the marrows of my bones that i've been unable to shake since she decided that the man she had only a week before declared to be her soul mate was just a junkie.
 She wouldnt say the words out loud, but I heard it in the halting, careful was she chose her words, and in her denial when I asked her "so, you decided I was just broke trailer trash like your ma told you I was huh?" You never could lie worth a fuck.
 I did forty cent sized of dope for a straight week afterwards and all i have to show for it is an empty wallet, a ridiculosly high tolerance, and a more prominent track mark.
 Now I can barely taste the hit after i do a load.
I thought at first maybe my hookup was cutting my shit so I turned a couple other people on to some and both of them declared it to be good shit and one even wants me to get him some in the am. I got his money in my pocket right now. He asked for an eight ball,
 I can get it for 180 but it normally goes for 200-240, so I charge him 230 and let him think hes getting the "friend" price.
He told me to take 50 cents for as a felony fee, I figure I'll take 80 and he'll never know the difference.
 that and the sixty dollars in my pocket make a for an unexpectedly end to another day spent missing her. It also prooves that she was right, I'll never change, I'll never leave this life behind me, its the only thing I know, its who I am.
 What a fucking birth right.