“Hello” between the two as Laurence hobbled over to the cabinets that were ninety percent bare, with the exception of a plastic tray of old baby biscuits that were mostly food for the vermin in the apartment, and his own tin that was adorned with cartoon superheroes. Placing it down on the filthy counter not fit for preparing any human food, he cracked it open to prepare his own breakfast.
Inside were three needles, a couple of rubber tie-offs, a yellow lighter, and a bent silver spoon that had signs of burn mark abuse. His brows began to furrow as he searched through the paraphernalia for the silver tin-foil that contained the formula for chasing the dragon. Losing his patience after searching the tin for the fifth time, he dumped the contents onto the counter hoping for it to magically appear. All he found was nothing and a stomach full of dread.
“Rose …Rosemary,” Laurence searched an empty tin. “What happened to my shit?”
“I cooked up the last bit of it last night and shot you up,” her eyes fluttered in disgust.
“What the fuck you mean you cooked up the last bit of it last night?” He glared at her.
“Like I said, and told you last night negro!” She glared back at him, “There was only enough for one hit last night. You told me to cook it up and give it to you and I did. You just pissed out what was left in your system a minute ago.”
He was about to say something evil to her, when he winced and cried from the shooting pain building up in his knee. A tear ran down his right eye as he cursed and rubbed it begging for some relief.
“How much money we got?” He asked while scratching his neck.
“ We ain’t got shit,” she said after taking another hit from her pipe. “You forgot that bitch fired me last Friday after accusing me of taking from the till.”
“Did you forget they caught you on tape?” He turned to her. “You’re lucky she didn’t have your ass locked up.”
“She still … a rude ass …ugly bitch,” she began to choke. “Didn’t even give me severance pay, anyway, what happened to your check?”
“It ain’t the end of the month,” he snapped at her.
“Well we got a problem then cuz after this hit I’m out too,” she blew poisonous smoke from her lungs. “And you know how I get when I can’t even out.”
He rolled his eyes and silently shuddered at the calm drug induced warning. He knew it was not one to take lightly or in jest. Rosemary uneven was an unholy terror to be around and nearly impossible to restrain despite her petite size. The rock was the only thing that muzzled her. Due to her high tolerance not even the strongest of cannabis could mellow her out like the rock.
“Why don’t you go hit your pops up?” She shrugged.
“What did you say?” He glared at her. His face dared her to repeat what she just said.
“I didn’t stutter,” she hit him back with a neck snap and eye roll. “Shit, aside from your little checks, I’ve been the one holdin us down these past two months, and you can’t run to your daddy to spot you till the end of the month? What the fuck yo?”
“Careful,” he held up a finger warning her.
“Or what Laurence? Or what?” She sprung to her knees going rabid. “What the fuck your limpin ass gonna do? Can’t even fuck me right, cuz you always in pain! And even when you’re fucked up you still can’t fuck me right! So you can’t work and you can’t fuck the two basic things a bitch needs from a nigga, what the fuck do I need you for? If I got to pull out my dick again and handle shit, what the fuck do I need a man for? Do I got to go crawlin back to Skeeter? After you promised me I’d never have to? Do I? Do I?”
He had a look on his face as if he wanted to grab and slam her into a wall until she stopped moving. She had a look on her face daring him to do it. It was clear to see that the hit she’d taken was not enough to
Inside were three needles, a couple of rubber tie-offs, a yellow lighter, and a bent silver spoon that had signs of burn mark abuse. His brows began to furrow as he searched through the paraphernalia for the silver tin-foil that contained the formula for chasing the dragon. Losing his patience after searching the tin for the fifth time, he dumped the contents onto the counter hoping for it to magically appear. All he found was nothing and a stomach full of dread.
“Rose …Rosemary,” Laurence searched an empty tin. “What happened to my shit?”
“I cooked up the last bit of it last night and shot you up,” her eyes fluttered in disgust.
“What the fuck you mean you cooked up the last bit of it last night?” He glared at her.
“Like I said, and told you last night negro!” She glared back at him, “There was only enough for one hit last night. You told me to cook it up and give it to you and I did. You just pissed out what was left in your system a minute ago.”
He was about to say something evil to her, when he winced and cried from the shooting pain building up in his knee. A tear ran down his right eye as he cursed and rubbed it begging for some relief.
“How much money we got?” He asked while scratching his neck.
“ We ain’t got shit,” she said after taking another hit from her pipe. “You forgot that bitch fired me last Friday after accusing me of taking from the till.”
“Did you forget they caught you on tape?” He turned to her. “You’re lucky she didn’t have your ass locked up.”
“She still … a rude ass …ugly bitch,” she began to choke. “Didn’t even give me severance pay, anyway, what happened to your check?”
“It ain’t the end of the month,” he snapped at her.
“Well we got a problem then cuz after this hit I’m out too,” she blew poisonous smoke from her lungs. “And you know how I get when I can’t even out.”
He rolled his eyes and silently shuddered at the calm drug induced warning. He knew it was not one to take lightly or in jest. Rosemary uneven was an unholy terror to be around and nearly impossible to restrain despite her petite size. The rock was the only thing that muzzled her. Due to her high tolerance not even the strongest of cannabis could mellow her out like the rock.
“Why don’t you go hit your pops up?” She shrugged.
“What did you say?” He glared at her. His face dared her to repeat what she just said.
“I didn’t stutter,” she hit him back with a neck snap and eye roll. “Shit, aside from your little checks, I’ve been the one holdin us down these past two months, and you can’t run to your daddy to spot you till the end of the month? What the fuck yo?”
“Careful,” he held up a finger warning her.
“Or what Laurence? Or what?” She sprung to her knees going rabid. “What the fuck your limpin ass gonna do? Can’t even fuck me right, cuz you always in pain! And even when you’re fucked up you still can’t fuck me right! So you can’t work and you can’t fuck the two basic things a bitch needs from a nigga, what the fuck do I need you for? If I got to pull out my dick again and handle shit, what the fuck do I need a man for? Do I got to go crawlin back to Skeeter? After you promised me I’d never have to? Do I? Do I?”
He had a look on his face as if he wanted to grab and slam her into a wall until she stopped moving. She had a look on her face daring him to do it. It was clear to see that the hit she’d taken was not enough to
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