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i told the story,
because Banker didn't remember.
we all sat on the couch,
and i told them about the time in the bathroom.

i don't know when Skip strated.
i just found out one day.
last year,
after his dad died.
he had been quiet,
reserved.
he didn't communicate,
and he'd disappear for days.
probably why we didn't notice he was gone this time around.

it was at some chinese restaurant,
the one near Banker's.
the one with cheap food,
and torn up booths.

Skip went to the bathroom,
no one really cared.
and no one noticed when he didn't come back.

soon it was time to go,
but Skip still hadn't shown.
Banker and i went in,
we heard Skip say,

shit shit shit.

immediately we knew something was up.
banged on the stall,
told him it was time to hit the road.
that's when we saw the blood drop on the floor of the stall.

yelled at him to let us in,
what we saw was something we least expected,
a needle drove into his arm,
puncturing his vein,
stuck with no way out.

he had been using,
now he was bleeding.

we forced him to go to the hospital,
not sure what he told them.
not sure if his mom knew,
just that he could have died.

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