Another excerpt from my upcoming novel, "The Outskirts of Hell". To keep reading, go to my blog, twothievesnovel.com/blog-1.
Don't forget to click on the link on my profile page to pick up a copy of my novel, "Two Thieves"! "I opened the lid and snatched violently at the contents; my rig and some errant bindles; small squares of paper folded into little envelopes that held the scant two grams. I also found a few that contained some left-over Mexican Brown that was barely worth shooting. I scraped it all into my spoon and added a little left-over water from a drinking glass. I tied off, snapped open my old Zippo lighter and warmed it up. Veins were getting harder to find all the time. My arm looked like a downtown road map. I pumped my fist madly and slapped my arm on the upside of the elbow joint. I finally found a vein that worked, plunged the needle in, squeezed the bulb and waited. I knew the rush I'd hoped for wouldn't come, but I was at least hoping for more than I got. It just barely took the edge off the pain! I threw my head back and heard a guttural sound come from deep within my throat. I was in way over my head. I'd sold everything; any leftover family heirlooms including a gold watch that may have belonged to my father—whoever he was, the wedding set that my long-lost mother might have worn, my car, most of my clothes, even my police .38! I'd have sold my badge if I didn't need it to get into the precinct."
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