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popeye-x
1/4/02
11:26:01 AM
63.162.8.148
the last guy I shot up with is dead. his name was barry, we shot some crank in 1977, he died of AIDS in 1989, I went before him, I was "cleaning" the fit with alcohol by squiring it, and the spike flew off and bounced off the back wall of a fireplace, into ashes. no problem, found it, dusted it off, more alcohol. it had exactly that gnarly two snag plunge Mug describes when going thru layers of flesh. as I pulled the jagged needle out, I remember exhaling this intense taste of speed, like my lungs were full of it.
