The City

I look around me and see destitution, poverty, rape and crime. I’m just another lost cause, addicted to drugs.

This city is destruction. Of body, of spirit, of life and of air. There is no pride here. We just do what we can to get by. No one has a future unless they have the cash.

This city is crammed full of people. Runaways and tramps. City gents and shoppers. Animals sniff around dustbins, foraging in the dirt.

My evenings are spent hanging around where the money is. Trying to sell what little I have left. Myself. If I’m successful I then creep through the dark alleys and dimly lit subways, back to what I laughingly call my home.

It is there I go back to my ‘perfect world’. A quick hit and everything changes. I’m surrounded by peace and calm.

This city is wonderful through a haze of drugs.