Busted

So many miles and regrets lie behind me, in my "rearview mirror" so to speak. Like picking up cigarettes, or the dope pipe, and finally the needle. I was thirteen when my cousin (then twenty eight) turned me on to cocaine. What the hell, I was already twacked out on another cousins Ritalin.

The same year I tried meth for the first time, and I loved it. Oddly, I never had any problem with it until recently. When I came to Aurora and my life fell apart I pushed that needle deeper in my skin, put on darker sunglasses and shut out all the light.

Now today, I find myself handcuffed to a chair in the mall security office for my newest method of feeding my habit, boosting clothes from the mall to return later for store credit cards, which this chick I know will buy for 50 cents on the dollar for. So basically I steal one hundred worth from the store and get fifty worth back in dope.

Not today however. I knew I shouldn't have left those empty hangers in the fitting room, and I wasn't expecting the police response to be that quick. Duh dumbass the cop shop's right across the street.

Aurora however at least on minor shoplifting, does not take you to jail, so I got released after they wrote me a ticket. Now I have to scramble to find a job while I can still say I haven't been convicted of shoplifting.

Dammit, I had a bad feeling about today, I should've learned by now to listen to my gut. And i'm gun shy now about putting in any other kind of work.

Fuck, whats a broke ass speed freak to do?