Are they really suckers after all Just think if after you die, if everything goes right and you end up in heaven and then you are given one day to return to the earth to do or be anything you want. Would you be a famous person? maybe the world's richest person? Or maybe to perform your wildest dream? This sounds like it would be a pretty good deal, right? Well it just may be for some, but for Jerry it would be just the opposite, these people that he is responsible for are not looking for anything like that. They are simply looking for Jerry, looking"ÃÂ¦for revenge.
Injected, snorted, sniffed or smoked, heroin usually has the same result, addiction. With some luck, maybe a couple of trips to rehab, drug rehab meetings and a hell of a lot of counseling would save many lives. Then again, for some people, their addiction takes them to much worse places.
Heroin causes thousands, maybe millions of deaths a year and will continue to do so until the drug labs are shutdown and destroyed, and the drug dealers taken off the street.
Jerry pulled up with his white custom Ford truck over across the street from Monarch High School. More suckers he imagined as he put his truck into park. Fresh new faces of innocent freshmen, sophomores, juniors and seniors soon to be his victims. Oh how he loved these times, after all, it was the streets that gave him his new truck, his power over these week minded kids. "I got them now"ÃÂ he said to himself as he waived to a couple of freshmen (that would be addicts eventually) to come over to his drug machine. "I see you people are smokers, you know that's a nasty habit considering the price you pay for them. I'll tell you what, hop in and I'll let you try something for free then if you like it I will be here tomorrow. But tomorrow it will cost you some money, what do you say, is it a deal?"ÃÂ That was it, that's all it took. Jerry knew they would be back tomorrow and the next day and the day after that, a never ending cycle until they checked into a rehab facility or death.
Happy with his "catch of the day,"ÃÂ Jerry pulled away and made his way down the Longmont strip. Looking through his Oakley sunglasses and could see his buyers waving him to come over to them. It's business as usual, he stops then they buy, then he leaves, they retreat to either a crack house or the alleys , out of sight from everyone and go right into fantasy land.
" there goes Sarah,"ÃÂ he said out loud as he pulled over once again, "Sarah, yeah, that's Sarah, but she looks different now."ÃÂ Jerry started to remember when he first met her two years ago. She was fourteen years old and very smart, until the drugs took over every part of her life. First it was stealing, then prostitution, she would do everything and anything to satisfy her need. Her once smooth skin had track marks and screwed up veins, her white teeth were tinted and chipped, her blonde hair now had lice and other insects invading her scalp. " I haven't seen or heard from her in a couple of months. There's no way she could have cleaned up that fast. She now looks like the girl I first gave my deadly narcotics to,"ÃÂ he thought. As Sarah walked down the Longmont strip she looked at Jerry and nodded her head up and down indicatting she wanted something. She turned the corner out of Jerry's sight. He turned the same corner to catch up with her, but she was gone. Coming down the other side of the street was Bobby, another of Jerry"ÃÂs victums. Jerry spotted him and hit his breaks. "What the hell! Yeah, that's Bobby alright. But it can't be, he overdosed last month"ÃÂ¦and the scars"ÃÂ¦he was covered with them"ÃÂ¦gone."ÃÂ Bobby was another sucker , suffering child abuse as a young kid didn't help. You could say he was screwed up from the start. A child not even getting a chance to see the wonders and the fun shit of life. Bobby was different now too, instead of the usual baggy jeans and t-shirt, he was now wearing a suit and tie, and no signs of a gun shot wound what so ever. Jerry could not believe his eyes, how could someone he knew was dead seem so alive. Jerry got out of his truck and decided to follow Bobby. Maybe he was wrong, he thought, but then again he had to know for sure.
He followed Bobby down a staircase leading to the subway. For some strange reason, there were no people waiting on the sidewalk, and it was a day the subway should be packed, but nobody was there. Bobby jumped down off the sidewalk onto the tracks and started walking toward the darkness of the railway. Jerry followed carefully then, he noticed Bobby was not the only one entering the tunnels. He couldn't see any of their faces, but it must have been about ten or fifteen of them that were walking behind Bobby. Jerry now found himself alone and except for some yellow dimmed lights, it was pretty dark. He could smell the smell of piss as he walked further in. He knew the hobos and addicts would come here often to escape from the world above. The yellow lights then went out and Jerry now could not see anything.
Heavy moans came first, very familiar ones to Jerry they were, the kind he used to and still hears from many of his suckers. Balls of white light started to come in at all sides of him, fear overcame him when he started to hear the voices. " Jerry"ÃÂ¦Jerry"ÃÂ¦it hurts Jerry"ÃÂ¦help us Jerry."ÃÂ Then the faces in the white balls started to appear, Sarah's face, Bobby's face, Carl's, Mike's, Joe's and Steve's faces and about five more all around him. Faces of his young suckers that he had screwed up. Jerry started to scream as hands started to touch his body. He felt needles piercing his skin with every jab of another arm. He could feel his veins filling up with the same shit he gave others, his once strong body now dissolving with each jab. He felt pain everywhere, his eyes, arms, and legs were now shaking with blood all over them. Jerry was on the ground as the white lights made their way up and through the darkness and he closed his eyes and hoped he would be taking the same path.
Police treated his death as a homicide. A forced drug overdose they called it. Lots of needles and shit were found at the scene, and his body pumped full of heroin. This would be a tough case for detectives (pigs) however, for all the prints they got from the needles, they couldn't find one finger print that didn't belong to someone that wasn't deceased.