Save yourself, Im busy
There are a few overpasses down the street from my place where the local degenerates tend to hang out once the downtown decides it’s late and chases them away. I took a stroll this way a few times and was offered crack three times and a blowjob twice. I turned both down, but stuck around a bit to enjoy the scenery. I returned there today, not sure why but very glad I did.
She was tucked up beneath the overpass, moaning loudly. I looked around and made my way up to her when I was certain nobody was around. When I knelt beside her, she reached for me and whispered “help”.
I breathed in deep when she said this, almost like I was drawing the words inside me. I remember gazing in her glazed eyes, watching the foaming spit bubble up around the corners of her mouth as she overdosed. The syringe was at her side, and whatever she had just pumped inside her veins was killing her. I loved the poisonous feeling of betrayal as she begged me to save her, taking pleasure in the change of her expression as she realized I offered no salvation. She twitched one more time before her heart had too much drug and her eyes went dead. I wanted to touch her, to kick her, to burn her face and pull out her tongue. But I didn’t. I just relaxed and let both our blood cool for a bit. After I while I got bored, so I went home to make Ramen noodles.
Too bad she didnt have any cash, or it could have been chinese take-out.
