For myself, I will stay out of meth and black
I will stay out of that drug scene and far away
From the people that are involved with it
I may proceed to use responsibly and rarely
pills, mushrooms, acid, LSD and pot
I am an addict. Addiction.
I love my sister, I love to read, and I “love” to get high
I chase it
Addiction is painful, selfish, scary
And “it’s me”
Addict or drug user?
Person or object?
Why risk the family, friends and love
For something that won’t be there when you wake up?
Sick person, people
My close friend disappeared in one
I don’t trust those places
Familiar faces would show in there
A place full of sick people?
I miss my home, I miss my back porch–three blocks away
I miss filming the drug addicts
The exciting, disgusting, gnarly people that walk down 12th Ave.
Needles, pipes and drugs that junkies chase