Chanel No.5

Chanel No. 1

"Christ not again"

This can of beer was giving me hell to open. My attempts left me with bloody finger tips and an urge to throw this can of rejected fucking metal into the middle of the stone cold road where it would hopefully be crushed into tiny fibres by an on coming red Sudan. I resisted such urges when I remembered I bought this stupid six pack out of my unemployement cheque which would be cut off soon from now.

I grunted and groaned as I used all the strength I could to atleast bend the little clip and unlock the sweet nectar of alcohol but once against my attempts were unsuccessful. My frustration level had reached an all time high. In a split second I sent the can gliding through the air into the brick wall a couple feet from the big green dumpster I was sitting on. The alley was dark only being partially lit by the shady street light a couple metres away. I rummaged in my pocket in a quick attempt to lower my blood pressure. I hit gold. I slowly took out the little beauty wrapped oh so snuggly. It almost brought tears to my eyes. My hand once again searched my other pocket and retrieved my multicoloured "Vibe With Me" lighter.

"Come to ViVi". I muttered lighting the spliff delicately.

Once lit I took hold of the bundle of joy in my mouth and prepared for lift off. My lungs enhaled the relaxant and released a cloud of smoke.

"Life is good", I said to myself while taking another puff.

I went into a small 10 minute daze. My limbs felt so numb as though I could just lift off and hang with the clouds up above.

The door next to me opened slowly and out popped the head of whom the owner was an asshole named Rico . Not only did he own that head but he also was in control of the restaurant, this alley and the dumpster I was sitting on.

His face was set up in the usual scowl and I could only let out a stupid grin.

"Why the long face Ricky?" I gleamed "The world is too beautiful for such negativity and life is way too-"

"Save your shit Viv, you need to get out of here"

I gasped with great exageration " Such language around a lady Mr. Muccino, anyways why should I leave?"

"Because a Jewish family is complaining about a strange smell and right now the grandmother is laughing hysterically so either you go or I call the cops"

I chuckled and hoped off the dumpster. "Whatever you say dickhead"

I fixed myself and outed my blunt shoving the rest of it in my pocket for later. I turned around and gave Ricky a salute and made my way out of the alley.

These Chicago streets were a dangerous place especially after dark but I lived here all my life. I was used to the sounds of gunshots and police sirens. Any new comer would think I must be crazy to walk alone in the dark without any defense but I knew this place like I knew how to roll ganja.

And that was pretty damn good.

I walked up the steps to the apartment building I usually vacated when I wasn't getting high by Ricky's.

I buzzed the bell and entered the apartment. The place was pretty run down but it was home. I made my way up the rusty spiral stairs when I was stopped by Linda. She was a girl I knew...well who EVERYONE knew. I partied with her a couple times but she was a bit of a fox so I kept my distance.

"Viv, Oscar was looking for you she said playing up with her hair. This was pretty strange to me. She was usually coming back from "work" by now unless she was working in this apartment of course.

"Well I'm here now", I sighed

She laughed. "Alright well have a good night"

She looked more dolled up than usual. She was an escort if you didn't catch my drift by now. You know one of THOSE girls. I couldn't help but smell the pungent perfume she was wearing.