Dirty Living

He woke up dazed and confused, sore and uncomfortable. Looking around the room unable to identify anything familiar. He rose to his feet putting the same clothes on that he wore the night before. Liquor and cigarettes consumed his body. As he stood up noticing the naked woman lying next to him in bed. The night started coming back to his memory. He was short of her name though. He reached for his accessories scattered on the floor. His head was pounding and his hands shaking. His body was yearning for his medicine. 

In a fit of urgency he started ripping the room apart in search of his fix. Everything he tore apart turned up empty. Every corner, nook, and cranny. It was lost in the epic night. The paranoia overwhelmed him as he left the room. Stumbling out of the house he bumped into a dark figure, he could not pick out any of the features on this mans face but he could see that he was smiling. The only thing he thought that he could be smiling about is the night before. Maybe that they hung out, or were drinking together. Still completely confused he opened the front door wide open lighting up a cigarette and jumping into his car.

His cell phone was glued to his ear until he could find the next person that could score him his fix. Arriving at a broken down wooden house in the middle of nowhere. He slid out of his car looking as suspicious as a man asking to be arrested. He knocked twice on the brown door. The house sounded empty and lonely. He heard a voice “Who is it?” the voice said. He said “it’s me” the door swung open. “Come on in old friend” the voice said. It was a wrinkled dirty haired tall dark figure. He followed him through the hallway. The walls were a dirty yellow color with no sense of home anywhere in the house. The place smelled like sin. The house was enormous with many rooms, none of which had much furniture in them. They stopped in the kitchen to pick up a scale and baggies. The dark figure didn’t wait for him to be ready he just walked expecting him to follow. The deal went down in the den. They sat across from each other on two huge couches. Brown and dusty with rips in the cushions. After everything was settled they exchanged their needed supplies and that was that. Each fixing them selves up a little line or two. As he walked back to his car away from the battered house he thought to himself. Tonight’s going to be a good night.