im seeing these lights they form ornaments over the greens of the walls in this hall of people running into each thing they see as worthy of tripping over in the dark of the faded blues sang by the best musician in this place of numbing silence trumpeting the sunrise being gray being green being blue as a someone drunk unlike us high on life of the darkness and rocking beats under the counter not available on YaMusic this night we go to a rave maybe club maybe i dont know where we are going on off the hook
… Now, Tim, you were the unlucky one this night. We don’t yet have your urine tests, but do you think we really need these? You and I both know you’re in for a long one.
… Do you understand the hierarchy you’ll run into when you get in jail? You’re not a killer, nor rapist, nor thief. You’re nothing to your future “comrades”. You might simply be fucked for being not criminal enough. Do you want to go there?
… You know, many addicts end up dead. Overdose or a quarrel over a limited supply. It’s never enough, right?
… How many blotters was it? I can always write down ten. And add that you were harassing passerbys. You want that?
… We have witnesses ready to say you were not alone and point your relatives at this. You want relatives knowing about your leisure activities? Want your family to be accused of collaborating with you? Say, storing your stash of fun stuff at your granny. Totally didn’t happen, right?
… I realize that you might not have had wished for this life. But you’re there already. I wish there was an easy way out, but you’re too deep in it.
Okay, enough for you. I have a proposition.
You weren’t alone. Your friends got away. Here’s an idea: you lure them to us and witness against them. And get to retain your freedom. Good?
hey alex how are you? got something? i could certainly use a hit.
hows mary? i heard shes pregnant. gonna do something about that? sure its okay if youre okay with it. your life.
okay so where do we pick it up? oh i know the place lets go.
oh that sure it good stuff. you see these patches on the ceiling. someone mustve sewn them in there. you alright?
oh wait ill open the door. yeah just some friends. you can enter boys!
me bastard?! alex its you who shared this stuff with me! no im not collaborating with pigs! you wont understand it. stop resisting get in the car. bye.
Witnesses, please enter. Notice the dire condition of the apartment. Three people in this room:
These people were found here during the spec ops raid. Engaged in sexual act and drug use. Evidence of other persons visiting found all over the flat. To be investigated later.
Witnesses, you can see this stash of drugs here. This is a major offense with an unparalleled amount of illegal substances. This place likely was a drug distribution hub.
Tim, thank you for this scene witnessing. We’ve loaded the place with much more “material” than they had. A good thing you were there. We need witnesses that don’t raise uncomfortable questions. Here’s your pay. We’ll have more jobs like this for you.
so i’m sitting there in my flat. not going anywhere—no one to go out with. they got alex, he’s serving his three years. no news from him yet. they planted enough drugs for a major dose. so he spends his time in the high security prison.
a new coffeemaker—i’m tired of it all. they call at night sometimes, but they pay me well at least. witnessing all kinds of things. murders, mutilations, theft, bribes. and, of course, drug dens. it’s ironic that drugs are the most frequent thing i witness. maybe because they’re also easiest to set up and have a detention basis for.
need to snatch some while i’m at the site. they won’t notice now that i’m witnessing.
I’m seeing the lights. They form into clouds of meaning. Of people lost and found. Lost in the woods and towns. Towns filled with shadows. Lone shadows on the roads. Hit with cars and dismembered. Hands outstretched to God. Looking with their empty eyes. At me. At them. At cops. At everyone. Dizzyingly rotating their heads. Forming into swarms of human bees.
TIM KRAM, OPEN THE DOOR, IT’S THE POLICE. WE KNOW YOU’RE THERE. YOU’RE CHARGED WITH DRUG USE AND THEFT OF MATERIAL EVIDENCE. OPEN THE DOOR ELSE WE PROCEED WITH ITS REMOVAL.
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