junkie

captain gonzo · Post by **captain gonzo** » Wed Nov 26, 2008 8:00 pm

Chapter 1

Jobless junkie on the run. Not exactly a description you'd put in lonely hearts; but one that fits me to the letter. I was heading to London to escape my problems, creditors and mostly my wife who was after half of everything she believes I'm worth. Truth be told I lost the lot to drug abuse and one hell of a drinking problem. My career as a Doctor was over, and the money was all dried up. I wandered down the narrow alley way of the train trying to find a seat.
"Jesus man, what happened to you?"

I recognised the voice, but it had been a while since I'd heard it. An old friend, and a good friend at that....it had been too long.

"Jim! Christ man I haven't seen you for what? 3 years, back when we were hitching around Europe trying to soak up some culture. Whats up with that look?"

The look on his face lay somewhere between bewilderment and joy, it took a while for me to remember how much I had changed since Jim and I had travelled Europe together before everything went through the ****ter. He was a lean guy, fit and healthy looking. A man of responsible chemical usage unlike me.

"What happened to you man? You look like a bum"

"Oh that. Well I kind of am one. I lost everything and am living on what I can either scrape or steal."

"How the hell are you homeless? you have a medical license and a surgery! That's a license to print money."

"Trouble is my junk habits got out of hand, my license got revoked, I lost the surgery, I owe thousands all over the place and I'm wanted for countless cases fraud. All I have are the clothes I'm wearing, the chemicals I can carry in my pockets and a bag full of dodgy moonshine. I don't even have enough cash to pay this fare to London."

"What about Liz? I heard you two got married a couple of years ago"

"Its all over, she's out for what she can get. Which is nothing. I sold all out assets and squandered them. I ran because she had the lawyers in over it all and I couldn't cope with that."

It was true, I'd thrown so much away for so little. Yet unlike most of my generation I can't say I didn't know what I was getting into. I knew what I was doing, I never claimed to have control. I was a junkie and I wasn't really ashamed to say it.

"Man that's bad ****, if you need somewhere to lay low you can stay at mine. I know where you can get some documents if you can get the cash, then you can at least get work. You can get cleaned up and pay what you can afford for a while."

"Thanks Jim, I appreciate that."

It seemed that my ass was saved for now. But how long could I maintain this moment of peace, how long before the madness drove me out from this good friend's roof...or dragged him down with me?

Chapter 2 Plotting a course to despair.

I came out of a stupor with a jerk as the train halted at a station I did not recognise.

"Where the **** are we?"

The speed had hit, amphetamine psychosis was charging through my brain like liquid electricity; the panic and terror of my situation overwhelming. Jim was calm, after scoffing two of my hash brownies he just sat watching me squirm, smirking like a great idiot the whole time.

"Chill, we've just pulled up into Wolverhampton to drop off and pick up."

"Wolverhampton? ****! No no no! I can't be here, what if Liz is here. I do NOT need to see her right now. She's still chasing me for the divorce and she doesn't know I already ripped her off for her half of the settlement. Man the lawyers will be crawing so far up my ass i'll be puking court papers for months."

The smirk changed now to the look of worry; the kind of worry that only a doped up idiot can go through.

"Liz hasn't lived in Wolverhampton for 2 years...she moved to Manchester with you when you married her. I still can't believe you ripped off your own wife for drug money. "

"No! I ripped off my "ex" wife to pay off a very dangerous loan shark who I'd borrowed from to pay for my surgerie's bills. Lets not talk about this here, there's too many people; everyone of these bastards would turn me in hoping for a reward."

The train was crammed with people in grey woollen suits. I knew these people, hell I'd spent years studying, working and socialising with them. They were all do-gooders and traitors. They had no understanding of anything outside their snobby little respectable life. All of the years I spent in the medical community I had despised every last one of them. These were the people who dragged me into this mess, and sure as hell would make my life harder if they could. The creeping, spying beaurocrats that pushed me to drink with all their papers and files. I loved my patients, I wanted to help them. But these bastards made that impossible.

"Dude calm down....have a brownie"

"ARE YOU INSANE? I'm going mad with fear and your trying to give me hash....not everyone is immune to paranoia like you! Look! He's making notes, he's listening to me, I need to get off! NOW!"

"Look, sit down and I'll go buy us some beer because I swear that moonshine is rotting your brain. We'll be in London soon, if the conductor comes I'll buy your ticket. Jesus man you NEED to sleep when you get to my place."

Jim got up and clumsily shuffled off to the shop. While he was gone I decided to take some of the liquid morphine I had, the cravings for smack were getting to me and I couldn't shoot up on such a bumpy ride. Within 5 minutes the whole world had changed, gone was the cold electric feel of paranoia and in came the melting warm feel of sheer confusion and terror; the people looked like wax figures I knew this reality would end soon. I sat slouching feeling that familiar warmth creeping into me as someone shuffled back into the seat next to me.

"Back....whoa man what happened to you you're sweating like a bitch in heat!"

"Give me a beer...I cant take this any more. The fluffy cotton-wool walls of the unreal are falling in."

"Oh dear god your smacked out of your face. Please just try and maintain until your off the train."

Maintain....an interesting concept. I wonder how long the insanity machine would let me though.

Swede · Post by **Swede** » Thu Nov 27, 2008 7:49 am

Great - hope there's more chapters...

captain gonzo · Post by **captain gonzo** » Thu Nov 27, 2008 7:59 am

having a bit of a block so far...

thats basically the set up for a lot of craziness and Im having trouble ordering it.

captain gonzo · Post by **captain gonzo** » Mon Mar 23, 2009 4:05 pm

Significant edit to improve the flow.

redshift · Post by **redshift** » Mon May 18, 2009 2:39 pm

captain gonzo wrote:Significant edit to improve the flow.

How come you can post from the future? Or I am drunk.

redshift · Post by **redshift** » Mon May 18, 2009 2:40 pm

This is what I meant:

"Re: junkie

Postby captain gonzo on Mon Mar 23, 2009 11:05 pm
Significant edit to improve the flow."

captain gonzo · Post by **captain gonzo** » Mon May 18, 2009 4:08 pm

Because I live in the future....

redshift · Post by **redshift** » Tue May 19, 2009 12:01 pm

No seriously. How the hell?...

captain gonzo · Post by **captain gonzo** » Tue May 19, 2009 2:38 pm

I have actually no idea what you're referring to by the way haha

ThirstyDrunk · Post by **ThirstyDrunk** » Tue May 19, 2009 11:48 pm

redshift wrote:This is what I meant:

"Re: junkie

Postby captain gonzo on Mon Mar 23, 2009 11:05 pm
Significant edit to improve the flow."

Dude you almost had me, then I remembered this is MAY!

Good show drunkard.
and thanks for making me think of wht month this is
Now I'm good til, probably October.

redshift · Post by **redshift** » Wed May 20, 2009 10:04 am

ThirstyDrunk wrote:
redshift wrote:This is what I meant:

"Re: junkie

Postby captain gonzo on Mon Mar 23, 2009 11:05 pm
Significant edit to improve the flow."
Dude you almost had me, then I remembered this is MAY!

Good show drunkard.
and thanks for making me think of wht month this is
Now I'm good til, probably October.

Haha! I had myself convinced. Straight JD on rocks always does that to me. Nice one.

givemesomepils · Post by **givemesomepils** » Wed Sep 24, 2014 11:54 pm

I feel for you I'm on suboxone now but I still have to deal with the fact that the police are going to get me on a warrant anyday and I can't find anywhere to lay low. i'm fucked nothing is as bad as withdrawals in jail and they just don't care.

Post by **oettinger** » Fri Sep 26, 2014 11:50 am

This reminds me of a guy called "Der Knalle Ralle" roaming my town. That would translate to: The Shitloaded Ralphie btw.
He was often seen hanging around in the parks and on one sunday evening I finally talked to him. I came off work with the russian budddy in tow, just stole some cups from work to get this asian liquor down while laying on the greens.
There he was: a guy mid fourties, glasses, bald. A smaller version of Hunter basically.
He is a professor of chemics, by diploma and consumption and told us that he should have picked up his child from his estranged wife that afternoon for his weekly visit hour. But "didn`t feel like it"
We gave him a cup and before we could even offer mixers he drowned that nasty swill.

Kind of a fun guy, had it all but hated it deep down inside and said fuck it after wasting his best years for nothing.

Still, never produce children drunkards or you have to take care of em

booznik · Post by **booznik** » Sat Sep 27, 2014 9:57 am

oettinger wrote:Still, never produce children drunkards or you have to take care of em

There are fields, endless fields, where children drunkards are no longer born. We are GROWN.

Mr. Viking · Post by **Mr. Viking** » Sat Sep 27, 2014 10:27 am

givemesomepills wrote:I feel for you I'm on suboxone now but I still have to deal with the fact that the police are going to get me on a warrant anyday and I can't find anywhere to lay low. i'm fucked nothing is as bad as withdrawals in jail and they just don't care.

grow up and hand yourself in