Craig drags himself out of the alleyway, pain etched on his face, a moan escaping his lips. With a great effort he pulls himself up and leans against a wall holding his stomach.
Count them. Sixty beautiful blue and red pills. My ticket out of here. Away from the black cloud that never leaves me. Away from the people who try but never understand.
He was looking at me funny, so I tell him to stop looking, and he says it’s a free country, so I tell him I’m free to smack him in the head so he push me, so I push him back and then he say a bad