be to throw them away or donate them.
“I don’t think any of us can fit her clothes,” Sabrina said. “You might as well throw them out.”
“Well pack up her shit and throw it in couple garbage bags from the kitchen. I’ll put that shit in the dumpster when it gets dark.”
As instructed, all of Paris’s things were packed away in huge garbage bags. I saw Jennifer and Tacora keep a few shirts for themselves, but I would be damned if I pocketed a couple of her things. There was just something about inheriting things from dead people. I just couldn’t get with that program. I even got an unsettling feeling just thinking about it.
Six hours had passed since my last hit of heroin, and I was starting to feel it. I was completely out of dope, so I was thinking of some clever shit to get my hands on some more. I knew Slim would kill me if I asked him to go and cop a pill of dope from the streets. All I needed is for him to play Mr. Nice Guy and give me a chance to get myself together. Even if he’d cop me a half of pill of heroin, I would be just fine. My life at this point would be smooth sailing.
I was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV with Jennifer when my stomach started cramping up. I tried to play it off, but Jennifer knew what time it was. “You’re starting to get sick, aren’t you?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Whatcha gon’ do? I mean, you know Slim ain’t gon’ let you leave out of the house,” she said.
“I know.” I replied sadly.
“You know he be having meth pills sometimes.” she whispered.
“Get the fuck out of here! You joking right?”
“No, I’m not.” she assured me. “I seen him with a couple of them in a medicine bottle yesterday. I think I seen him stick the bottle in the hall closet where he keeps his clothes.”
“You think he’ll give me one of them?” I wondered aloud, hoping Jennifer would say yes.
“Oh no, you can fucking forget it. I know for a fact that Slim isn’t gonna give up a damn thing. ” she said. “He’ll rather see you suffer first before he would do anything for anybody.”
My heart sank when Jennifer told me that my chances of getting a pill of meth from Slim were zero to none. I was devastated because I needed something right now, and like Jennifer said, Slim wasn’t going to let me leave this place, so what the fuck was I gonna do?
Slim was outside in front of the building talking to a couple of guys he knew who lived in the neighborhood. Now I knew Jennifer informed me that there was a slim chance that Slim would give me a pill of methadone, but I refused to believe it. I got up the gumption to look for the medicine bottle. Jennifer told me that she’d seen him place the bottle inside the hall closet so I knew that that was the placed I needed to look first.
As I slid off the sofa, I looked at Jennifer and said, “Look out for me, because I’m about to check the closet.”
“Wait, check the refrigerator first because he might’ve taken it out of the closet and stuck it in there.” she instructed me.
The kitchen area was less than five feet away and it was an open space next to the living room, so it wasn’t hard to see everything from where she was sitting.
“Where in the refrigerator?” I asked as I walked quickly toward the kitchen.
“I don’t know,” she said in a whisper to keep Tacora and Sabrina from hearing her. They were in the bedroom listening to a rap mixed CD Slim bought from some guy in the neighborhood. The music was fairly loud, so they wouldn’t be able to hear us unless we wanted them to.
When I opened the refrigerator I immediately looked inside the butter compartment, but it was empty. Then I searched everything that wasn’t nailed down. I went to the extent to search underneath every egg in the egg carton and I dug inside the flour bag. I was beginning to believe that the medicine bottle of meth pills weren’t there after all. I closed the refrigerator and stood there
“I don’t think any of us can fit her clothes,” Sabrina said. “You might as well throw them out.”
“Well pack up her shit and throw it in couple garbage bags from the kitchen. I’ll put that shit in the dumpster when it gets dark.”
As instructed, all of Paris’s things were packed away in huge garbage bags. I saw Jennifer and Tacora keep a few shirts for themselves, but I would be damned if I pocketed a couple of her things. There was just something about inheriting things from dead people. I just couldn’t get with that program. I even got an unsettling feeling just thinking about it.
Six hours had passed since my last hit of heroin, and I was starting to feel it. I was completely out of dope, so I was thinking of some clever shit to get my hands on some more. I knew Slim would kill me if I asked him to go and cop a pill of dope from the streets. All I needed is for him to play Mr. Nice Guy and give me a chance to get myself together. Even if he’d cop me a half of pill of heroin, I would be just fine. My life at this point would be smooth sailing.
I was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV with Jennifer when my stomach started cramping up. I tried to play it off, but Jennifer knew what time it was. “You’re starting to get sick, aren’t you?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Whatcha gon’ do? I mean, you know Slim ain’t gon’ let you leave out of the house,” she said.
“I know.” I replied sadly.
“You know he be having meth pills sometimes.” she whispered.
“Get the fuck out of here! You joking right?”
“No, I’m not.” she assured me. “I seen him with a couple of them in a medicine bottle yesterday. I think I seen him stick the bottle in the hall closet where he keeps his clothes.”
“You think he’ll give me one of them?” I wondered aloud, hoping Jennifer would say yes.
“Oh no, you can fucking forget it. I know for a fact that Slim isn’t gonna give up a damn thing. ” she said. “He’ll rather see you suffer first before he would do anything for anybody.”
My heart sank when Jennifer told me that my chances of getting a pill of meth from Slim were zero to none. I was devastated because I needed something right now, and like Jennifer said, Slim wasn’t going to let me leave this place, so what the fuck was I gonna do?
Slim was outside in front of the building talking to a couple of guys he knew who lived in the neighborhood. Now I knew Jennifer informed me that there was a slim chance that Slim would give me a pill of methadone, but I refused to believe it. I got up the gumption to look for the medicine bottle. Jennifer told me that she’d seen him place the bottle inside the hall closet so I knew that that was the placed I needed to look first.
As I slid off the sofa, I looked at Jennifer and said, “Look out for me, because I’m about to check the closet.”
“Wait, check the refrigerator first because he might’ve taken it out of the closet and stuck it in there.” she instructed me.
The kitchen area was less than five feet away and it was an open space next to the living room, so it wasn’t hard to see everything from where she was sitting.
“Where in the refrigerator?” I asked as I walked quickly toward the kitchen.
“I don’t know,” she said in a whisper to keep Tacora and Sabrina from hearing her. They were in the bedroom listening to a rap mixed CD Slim bought from some guy in the neighborhood. The music was fairly loud, so they wouldn’t be able to hear us unless we wanted them to.
When I opened the refrigerator I immediately looked inside the butter compartment, but it was empty. Then I searched everything that wasn’t nailed down. I went to the extent to search underneath every egg in the egg carton and I dug inside the flour bag. I was beginning to believe that the medicine bottle of meth pills weren’t there after all. I closed the refrigerator and stood there
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