Broken pieces from the past: The Dragon

“Go and find some stuff to chase the Dragon, Profs, i’m sick”

monique

Groundhog Day, late afternoon. The smelagog-accral of fried plantain and cheap booze spreads through the humid air. Sweltering heat. The whores outside are screaming and fighting over a punter. We are lying on the floor in our run-down shag, staring at the corrugated roof, forced to live the same day over and over again. Rashid, lil’ Profs and I, three useless, goddamn junkies.

“Go and find some stuff to chase the Dragon, Profs, i’m sick”, Rashid mumbles.
“We are broke. Hdragonow the hell can i get you that shit, man?”
“Get the fuck out of here! Take Mona with you and find Baba or Doc downtown.” Profs keeps staring at the floor. Rashid starts screaming.
“Move your motherfuckin’ fat ass, Bro! What are you waiting for? I’m dying, you useless ugly cockroach!” Desperation spreads through the room.

Slowly, Lil’ Profs raises his head and looks at me, with…

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