just another Junkie..

[A.D.D.I.C.]

I awake in a back alley the hot sun on my face.. my clothes are dirty and covered in grime. My memories over the last few weeks are just a blur. Getting up is hard to do.. I'm already feelin the withdrawals. Rifling through my pockets I find a disposable inhaler.. *SNIFF* .. not much there but it eases the pain some. I find a motel room key in another pocket the name matches the sign across the street. So picking myself up from the garbage I stumble clumsily down the alley over to the front office.

The motel clerk looks up and seems to recognize me.. eh I dunno who he is.

He says "Well there you are! I had just about given up waiting for you to come back. Still got your bag here that you left in the room... when you didn't show up we cleared out the room and saw it in the closet."

My mind is too foggy and my mouth to dry to try and speak. So I motion to him to hand me the bag..

He speaks again The bag is still locked up just as you left it.. there was also this mask laying on the bed. He passes me the mask.. Placing my bag over my shoulder I take the mask and begin to walk out of the motel.

Then he says "Oh one other thing.. a man in a purple suit handed me this message to give to you if I saw you.. He holds up a small envelope and hands it to me..G'luck to ya sir"! I mumble.. Thanks and walk out the door.

Stepping outside of the motel the sun is brighter than ever as I squint to read the message from the Joker.. since I'd been so messed up that it had been several weeks since we last spoke. Surely this message would not be nice.. inside the envelope is a Joker playing card.

Written on the card are the words.. Your OUT!

Who can blame him.. I'd been so high and strung out no one has been able to reach me for over a month now. GAH.. can't seem to put this crap down and now I am on my own again. Well no time to think about that now.. the shakes are comin I gotta get my next fix.

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Call me Addic