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"The usual mate." I try to sound assertive, but I don't think it worked. It's probably weird to call a drug dealer mate, but I see him so often he might as well be one.
He pauses for awhile before getting it out of his bag processing what I had just said.
He places his hand out firmly demanding the money before he even hands it to me.
I reach into my back pocket and hand him the cash.
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I walk out of the dark alleyway and start heading towards the streetlights.
I hide the drugs in my pocket trying not to look suspicious or draw attention to myself.
I scuff my feet along the wet road thinking about where I should stay tonight as it's far too wet to sleep on the bench. I reach into my hoodie and pull out a packet of sterling dual and place one to my lips. I get out my lighter and light up just one of my many bad obsessions.
I find myself sitting down outside a shop front which has the tiniest bit of shelter, but it will do for tonight. I throw the remaining filter onto the floor and stare at the single car going by.
The coldness of the night hits my face, and then I remember..the only ones awake at this time are the lonely and the loved.
And I definitely wasn't loved.
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Bad Obsessions - Phan *TW*
Jugendliteratur"The thing about drugs Phil...they may kill you, but they'll never break your heart." - *But not everyone will break your heart Dan.* - "That's not a risk I'm willing to take." Dan has bad obsessions; alcohol, drugs and cigarettes. He's stubborn, h...
