Russ had been a methadone addict for twenty years.The plastic poppy he called it,He had always had the notion to put his life story into a book.
A couple of obstacles had always stood in his way;first was his terminal procrastination and second was the fact that his life was a simple mundane routine
hardley the material for any grand litery flurries to compare to de quinceys desciption of pleasure and pain
Russgot up early each morning,usually he hadn,t even bothered to go to bed , but had dozed off on the settee.He would go to the bathroom and splash his face with water,then already dressed from the day before,he would spray on some deodorant
as his conssesion to hygiene.He put on his trainers and his leather jacket and waited for the shops to open by watching the morning news.It was about the oscars this morning "The lord of the rings" had swept the board,which pleased him as he had seen the film three times. It was time for Russ to leave and set of for the chemist eager to be in and out first.The assistants treated him with rare dignity russ would pass smalltalk as he waited for his script this was his only social interaction for days on end.He picked up his script and left for home.
Today he had to stop at the local shop(the paki shop)he needed dog food and some other stuff for himself.He asked for the goods and never made eye contact with the shop owner,he always felt like he was being watched in that shop and couldnt wait to get out.
Russ reached his front door and could here the commotion inside.It was bella the half beagle half westie,barking and making scratching noises with her paws.He opened the door and dropped to his knees to fuss her he held up a bag with her dog food in it "We have scored" he joked leading bella into the kitchen.Only the best for my baby he said he put her meal and fresh water down,thats your fix now i can concentrated on my fix!......................to be continued |
