Trying for a fix (595 hits)
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Submitted by James Smith (View user info) at 2005-07-10 11:58:50 EDT
I sat doubled over on the back of the 190 bus. My head throbbed, my hands shook uncontrollably and I kept farting somewhat uncontrollably.
I woke up late for work this morning so I didn't get my morning fix.
"No problem." I said to myself, "I'll sneak off for an hour and get a fix when I should be working."
I arrived at work four minutes late and to my horror discovered all three of my bosses in the room. There was no way I could get my fix now. Not with them in the building.
I would have to do it on my lunch-break.
Usually, I had other indulgences to fulfil during lunch but these would have to wait.
Only four hours till the person working the late shift came in and I could go on my lunch.
"Calm down, James." I reassured myself, "They're only thirty minutes late. They'll be here soon."
Whoever was working the late shift was late. I couldn't hold out much longer. I'd been hiding my symptoms from the bosses but I'd already snapped at over a dozen customers and it was only a matter of time before someone asked to see the boss.
"James." The most senior boss called over, "Ed's not gonna be here till four, so you'll have to work without a lunch break."
I tried to speak up to argue but my system was in too much shock. It was already three o'clock so I only had an hour to wait. I could do it. Maybe.
If the job had been less of a cushty job I would have just walked out, but this job was just too easy to walk away from. I knew I would never find a job that paid a fair amount whilst keeping the workload so minimal.
3:59
4:00 I put my coat on and slung my rucksack over my right shoulder.
4:01
4:02 I ran out of the store. I just couldn't wait.
Luckily for me the bus had been held up by an old woman trying to find her bus pass in her handbag when it was in fact in her hand.
I dinged the bell a good three or four times to make sure the driver knew I really wanted, no, needed to get off at the next stop.
I scrambled my way off the bus, my vision was blurred. I couldn't make out any features. Just blurs, everything was a blur.
I made my way over to the black and white blur on the floor and trampled over it to the other side of the road.
I apologised to the blur I knocked as I crossed the road and stumbled into my tower block.
The air was thick with marijuana fumes. I took a deep breath and let the intoxicating smoke fill my lungs.
That cleared my head a little and I made my way over to the blur I knew to be the lift. I pressed the button and waited. Nothing. I pressed the button again and again. Still nothing.
"Lifts are out of order, mate." A voice echoed in the tiny lobby.
I didn't turn around, "Yeah. Taking its sweet bloody time."
"No." He said, "They're out of order. They're not working. You're gonna have to take the stairs, mate."
"Bollocks!" Was my reply.
I didn't bother turning around to see what Mr Info looked like and proceeded to push through the door into the stairwell. My body was both sticky from old sweat and wet from new sweat. My hands shook as if they were partaking in some earthquake the rest of my body was not aware of.
I tried for the first step but my right leg gave way under the extra weight of my bag. I dropped it, making a mental note to pick it up later.
I wasn't sure if I could make it up all these steps but the knowledge that my dealer would be waiting for me in my flat gave me a renewed determination to get home and get sorted.
I fell up the stairs. I fell up nine floors worth of stairs. My legs had taken a beating by the time I'd reached my floor. I don't remember opening the door to my flat, nor do I remember unlocking my bedroom door and entering through that.
My dealer was there waiting for me. I burst into tears, fell to my hands and knees and crawled towards him, "I need..."
I begged him for my fix. His was response was cold and flat. Not what I was expecting at all. He'd never denied me before, never!
I asked again but got the same answer.
I had to try once more. Third time lucky I thought to myself.
I created an entirely new definition of a broken man when he responded with the same answer for the third time.
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Submitted by Jimmy_Esquire (user info) at 2005-08-20 17:11:42 EDT (#)
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Everything you ever wanted to know about fluff
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I can easily accept a -2 from anyone else, but from you...
Submitted by fluff (user info) at 2005-08-20 08:29:30 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by MrWillard (user info) at 2005-07-10 19:33:26 EDT (#)
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http://www.opera.com
Submitted by Spuds002 (user info) at 2005-07-10 16:49:24 EDT (#)
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i use firefox. i hate ie. i know what i hate, and this post was not it.
Submitted by Jimmy_Esquire (user info) at 2005-07-10 16:23:19 EDT (#)
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Submitted by MrSparkle847 (user info) at 2005-07-10 14:00:56 (#)
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Clever. Porn really can be more of an addiction than most people think.
And finally someone else who uses Firefox; my friend still thinks IE is better.
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I wonder how many people here use Firefox? Uberpoll anyone?
And for the record: IE sucks and websites designed around the use of IE only suck harder!
Submitted by Pr0j3ct (user info) at 2005-07-10 14:28:42 EDT (#)
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Didn't really like it. +0
Well, it was ok. +1
but NO....no +2 Tom Selleck! You already had yours!
Submitted by MrSparkle847 (user info) at 2005-07-10 14:00:56 EDT (#)
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Clever. Porn really can be more of an addiction than most people think.
And finally someone else who uses Firefox; my friend still thinks IE is better.
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-07-10 13:59:38 EDT (#)
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silly
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-07-10 12:18:17 EDT (#)
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to have such a crippling reliance on emotionally null material like porn must be a devastating personal problem. I pity you.
Submitted by jimthefiend (user info) at 2005-07-10 12:06:28 EDT (#)
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Pretty stupid.
Submitted by Jimmy_Esquire (user info) at 2005-07-10 12:01:02 EDT (#)
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Dipshit. You should have put space between the last line and the image.
sigh.