Chapter 2
2 yrs later
I was fully addicted to coke and started selling drugs it was nice being my own boss.
I just had to keep a low profile cause Mo was cop and sometimes I would see him drive around with his partner . People walked passed me I dug my hands into my hoody cause it was starting to get cold out then drizzle .I lit up a cigarette what a shitty night I thought to myself the cigarette helped warming me up I felt the smoke inside me and exhaled watching it float away into the darkness.
Cop car drove pass me slowly anxiety started to fill me and a nervous tension followed I quickened my pace and I needed something to calm me down. I took out some coke and snorted little off my hand then tucked the baggy back into my pocket I felt at peace with my well needed quick fix just to mellow things out.
I walked down to the bowery people where at the clubs tonight perfect for selling coke and sell this some ecstasy . I leaned against the wall of one of the clubs 2 kids about 17 walked passed me " Hey wanna buy something ?". I pulled out two small dime bags of coke and a ecstasy pill they eyed it for awhile like hungry wolves yarning for a fix of something to wake them up for the night and keeper going. The kid smiled and handed me 50 dollars I smirked "pleasure doing business with you kids ".
I walked off down the side walked and continued my dealing .
Millions of thoughts raced through my mind as I walked down the sidewalk back to my shitty apartment with the drafty window and the mattress and everything else in disarray . I lit up another cigarette it was kind of bent but I had nicotine craving at the moment I flicked some the cigarette away . I proceeded up the steps to my apartment and put the key in the lock and opening the door. I walked over to fridge took out some beer and set it down on the table. Then opened up a drawer full of painkillers and looked at the bottles oxycontin would be good tonight. I crushed it with a pill crushed and took out a razor to make it extra fine and lined up and snorted . I felt it go through my body and then opened up a can of Milwaukee's best I stumbled to my room and found my old 62' fender acoustic and started playing some violent femmes . I drank my last beer feeling pretty trashed and high and dropped my guitar not caring really and flopping down on my mattress blacking out.
The alarm clocked buzzed at 12:30 the sound of the replacements song aching to be played as I noticed I must have blackout once again on my mattress and probably very lucky I did afixated myself. The cold draft from my window filled my room "fucking window I should get some duct tape" . I fiddled with my lighter and smoked another cigarette and got cleaned up and dressed. Somebody was knocking at my door "coming hold on real quick !" I stashed my stuff away. Walking towards the door I rolled my eyes it was my landlord "Michael you rent it due its been two weeks already I am not gonna keep being lenient its either pay up now or you have 30 days to pack what little you have and get out my building". I looked at him " Yeah I've been working a lot sorry Mr. latellie I'll get to it tomorrow" he glared at me " you better Boscorelli ". I closed the door "what an asshole I wish I could smash his face into jam !".
After all that bullshit I sat down looking out my window should I call my brother for rent money , I wonder if he would loan it to me ?. I walked out of my apartment and just my luck after walking 11 blocks who shows up in cop car no other then my brother . "Hey Mikey how it goes it bro ?" I stop " it's going okay just kind of hanging in there ya know ". I scratch the back of my head "Mo I need some money for rent I had to pay some stuff off ya know how that shit goes " .
He had that annoyed expression on his face like Mikey I can't keep giving you money for rent I have my own to pay. He sighed " sure I'll come over and bring it later when I get off"
I smiled at him "thanks Mo you're the best I gotta get going". I walked off and there squad car went in the other direction that was a good thing.
I waited around for my brother I got up and walked over to the drawer and pulled out some coke and started making lines. I rolled up a dollar and snorted the 1st line and then started my second I heard my front door open and heard my brother go "Mikey what the fuck are you doing!".
I turn around wiping my nose and trying to get rid off the coke. "Its nothing …" .
I knew was caught and there was no goin' back.
He looked furious " I am not gonna fucking help you I put people like you in Jail you sellin it Mikey huh !".
I looked at him. " Just get the fuck out okay I don't your fucking money anymore" He got in my face and pushed me against the wall and looked dead in my eyes
" I don't have a fucking brother anymore your just another fucking junkie jag off".
Mo stormed out my apartment and I heard his mustang speed down the street .
"3 weeks laterI am homeless all my stuff is at ma's house . I light up a cigarette its just fun with drugs.
