The Day That Lies Ahead

I lay here in my makeshift bedroom, the remains of my last cigarette clenched between my teeth as I think about what struggles the day will bring.

To begin with I need to find $120 cash before the day is out so I can pay the fat man for the 1.7 grams of speed I got yesterday. I pretended like i was going to hustle it off, but truth is I dont have the network do that here.

So addict that I am, I simply did it. Whoops.

My best option is to boost some shit at home depot, return it for a store gift card and take the cards to fat man, he'll go 50% of a dollar for em, so I need $250 in merchandise. But I aint got no wheels, so its gonna be risky.

Next in line, the bills need paying soon, and thats tricky what with 3 out of four people in my house having a dope problem and no income. So looks like Im gonna have to steal quite a bit.

Then I still need a legit job. And It'd be cool to know I can get more dope later on or tomorrow.

And if by some miracle I can accomplish the 3 previous problems, I still wont have her, which makes the struggle hardly seem worthwhile.

She carved her name in my bones, and walked away, leaving the wreckage behind her, amused I imagine, watching me writhe in agony, suffering in her honor.

Day after day, its all the same.