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The gravel crunches as we walk and it's cold. We push our breaths out of chapped lips, and wipe away dried spit, with nicotine fingers. Pigeon feels the baggies in his pockets full of vicodin, that's gonna get us ****** up. His fingers look like earthworms through his jeans as he gropes for the baggy. I get that jolt, just thinking about it; that jolt of happiness you feel right before you get real ****** up. I look around and pull out a Camel Light, because that's all we smoke. And light up. It's real white out, white and cold. The moon's fat as a snowflake and foggy up there too. I move my toes, and can't feel a thing, **** We crunch through the woods, catching glimpses of the moon, and the lake through the trees. I want to hit this fifth of Henny jerking in my backpocket, but I'm saving it. Pigeon stops. Me and Gus keep walking. Pigeon coos. We turn around. He whips out the plastic baggy, In the moonlight the Vicodins look like those tiny, candy skulls you get on halloween.
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Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 1:08 PM UTC
Halloween.
The gravel crunches as we walk and it's cold. We push our breaths out of chapped lips, and wipe away dried spit, with nicotine fingers. Pigeon feels the baggies in his pockets full of vicodin, that's gonna get us ****** up. His fingers look like earthworms through his jeans as he gropes for the baggy. I get that jolt, just thinking about it; that jolt of happiness you feel right before you get real ****** up. I look around and pull out a Camel Light, because that's all we smoke. And light up. It's real white out, white and cold. The moon's fat as a snowflake and foggy up there too. I move my toes, and can't feel a thing, **** We crunch through the woods, catching glimpses of the moon, and the lake through the trees. I want to hit this fifth of Henny jerking in my backpocket, but I'm saving it. Pigeon stops. Me and Gus keep walking. Pigeon coos. We turn around. He whips out the plastic baggy, In the moonlight the Vicodins look like those tiny, candy skulls you get on halloween.
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Waverly
35/M/American
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 1:08 PM UTC
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