Shooting up: Hunts Point, Bronx
Michael shooting up in his “Cave”
The Cave is almost always crowded, a different mix every day, the one constant being Michael. Egypt calls him the “House mother.”
The other constant is the smell of drugs, crack or heroin. Heroin is necessary to run ahead of the dope sickness. Crack is the little something, the rush that lifts them away from the mundane.
They are never relaxed. Never ahead of their addiction. “You know those dreams in cartoons, the one where you running and getting no place, that train coming at your back? That’s life out here. Difference is we ain’t running. We walking the track with our ass hanging out, sucking ugly ass dick every day. Give me running any day”
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