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Carshopping
My "room" is just a couple of blankets stapled to the ceiling and wall in a corner of the laundry room.
My furniture is an old kitchen island which I use as a dresser, a plastic storage tub serves as my nightstand, and my bed is the matress from an old sleeper sofa. For lighting i use two drop lights, one stapled to the ciling the other hangs from the vent.
Very tweaker chic, I know.
I lay in here now, smoking a cigarette and thinking about tomorrow. I let a guy steal a pack of smokes tonight. He was broke and I felt sorry for him, hopefully it isnt obvious that I knew what he was gonna do when I set the pack down.
Ever seen the movie "Wristcutters, a love story?"
Its about a guy who commits suicide after his girl dumps him, and he finds out that the after life for suicides is just like life, just a little bit worse. Thats what these past two months have felt like.
I've still got the drug problem, my wallets still pretty much empty, I still have the same ripped up jeans but I dont have my friends, my girl broke up with me, and I had to give my dog away.
Its just like my old life, except the parts of it that made it worthwhile.
I jacked a bunch of shit out of a truck my cousins girlfriend had me leave in a parking lot. Shes was missing for five days, so the cops have a description of the truck and the liscense plate number and seeing as how she has a warrant her and my cousin dont want it at the house. I stashed it with Porky.
Tomorrow morning before work ill take it all to the pawn shop and sell what I can, the rest maybe put on craigslist. I hope its enough to get more dope, at least forty bucks worth.
I had planned to go to walmart, or home depot tonight with her truck and boost some shit, but, it didnt have enough gas, so I stole the chrome rim in the bed of it, and whatever else I found; leather chaps, some jewelry, a bunch of credit cards, etc.
Hopefully I can use the credit cards for something, I know the guy that owns them is in jail, with any luck they aint been cancelled yet. Ill try them at work tomorrow, and if they do Ill buy as many cartons of cigarettes as I can and sell em cheaper than the stores and get some cash.
My furniture is an old kitchen island which I use as a dresser, a plastic storage tub serves as my nightstand, and my bed is the matress from an old sleeper sofa. For lighting i use two drop lights, one stapled to the ciling the other hangs from the vent.
Very tweaker chic, I know.
I lay in here now, smoking a cigarette and thinking about tomorrow. I let a guy steal a pack of smokes tonight. He was broke and I felt sorry for him, hopefully it isnt obvious that I knew what he was gonna do when I set the pack down.
Ever seen the movie "Wristcutters, a love story?"
Its about a guy who commits suicide after his girl dumps him, and he finds out that the after life for suicides is just like life, just a little bit worse. Thats what these past two months have felt like.
I've still got the drug problem, my wallets still pretty much empty, I still have the same ripped up jeans but I dont have my friends, my girl broke up with me, and I had to give my dog away.
Its just like my old life, except the parts of it that made it worthwhile.
I jacked a bunch of shit out of a truck my cousins girlfriend had me leave in a parking lot. Shes was missing for five days, so the cops have a description of the truck and the liscense plate number and seeing as how she has a warrant her and my cousin dont want it at the house. I stashed it with Porky.
Tomorrow morning before work ill take it all to the pawn shop and sell what I can, the rest maybe put on craigslist. I hope its enough to get more dope, at least forty bucks worth.
I had planned to go to walmart, or home depot tonight with her truck and boost some shit, but, it didnt have enough gas, so I stole the chrome rim in the bed of it, and whatever else I found; leather chaps, some jewelry, a bunch of credit cards, etc.
Hopefully I can use the credit cards for something, I know the guy that owns them is in jail, with any luck they aint been cancelled yet. Ill try them at work tomorrow, and if they do Ill buy as many cartons of cigarettes as I can and sell em cheaper than the stores and get some cash.
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