On a day when all hope is lost they encounter one of the many swarming pushers that you have to practically swat away like buzzing pests..
The promise of salvation that you hear all too often in this godforsaken land..
Perhaps a free sample to have a tiny taste of what freedom from misery feels like..
And then begins the downward decent into the abyss. Deeper and deeper until the darkness consumes them, entering the point of no return..
Sometimes, I just want to snatch the crack pipe out of their hands and say
STOP IT! STOP KILLING YOURSELVES!!
..but I don’t think that would make me a very popular person. And I am but one man. This place was like this long before I got here and it will be like this long after I am gone. I guess some things never change. Besides, I am not their maker and it is their life to do with as they please.. even if that decision is to destroy it.
*On a lighter note (no pun intended) I have just learned how to dismantle an ordinary lighter and reassemble it into a mighty flamethrower. Who knows, may prove useful someday.