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Wintering on Coney Island.
Contributed by
fanniesson
on
Saturday, 10th January 2009 @ 10:01:41 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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During the winter I'd go to Coney Island. Would always find someone holding something, between Launa Park & the Boardwalk.
It was the worst time of the year for me. Hands swelled so, I couldnt hold anything, (that is, if I had anything to hold) or button my jacket, to keep that ocean wind from blowing right through me, as I walked down winding alleyways stepping over drunks & other misfits. I was no more then a shot away from becoming myself. While Prostitutes stood in doorways propositioning me. Offering their services at discounted winter rates, to this junkie this person who was nothing more then a homing pigeon now, only worried about zeroing in on that exact spot he was last time some dude in a red baseball cap, 8 ball leather jacket sporting a goatee & diamond studded front tooth, approached him. With some of the best stuff tasted since the summer.
When promises of. This never was gonna happen again.
Cause unlike like those other junkies!
I had it under control, & was gonna get myself clean before Thanksgiving time came around again.
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2009-01-10 10:01:41] (Date/Time posted on
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