On a high

On a high


We all sat in a circle in this small empty room nobody said a word, the only furniture was a corpse and a hastily made crack pipe fashioned from a coke can. The only thing you could hear was the inhalation and exhalation of us passing the pipe around to escape the reality.
It was April 10, 2011 around 11:30pm me, Shane, Charles and Samuel met up with the top drug dealer of New Orleans we owed him some money id say about $3 grand. Which none of us had? The dealer’s last words before walking away were “I want that money by 4/15 12pm sharp”. Three days later Samuel hit the lottery for $4 grand and instead of helping us he ran. The night of April 14th we found out where he was going to be and plotted his death. We shot him three times and threw him in the trunk taking all of his money. We paid the dealer and bought one grand worth of crack with the extra money. I’m mad, you’re mad, were all mad here.
We killed our best friend over the drug we sit here passing now…I looked over at his rotting body realizing we got nothing out of this. Except a drug that will no longer take our pain away, crack.