i’m not dead i don’t think i’m ded my head is killing me if i were dead there be fire but i’m wet water everywhere
damn sun hurts my eyes i must have slept all night got to get up
what the hell is this thing heavy can’t push it dumpster its a dumpster
its not the sun in my eyes streetlight railroad tracks must be behind the stores
gotta get some gotta score
legs are stiff got to go to jimmers just one hit then i get my hed together do a score of my own steeal some cash neeed cassh
dumpster smells sweet like food yeh haf a donut burger bag maybe some fries dammit
jimmers is a long way
its rainin a little ok just walk, red you be ok just walk
people ever where pay no mind red i must be somethin they look at me and scared of me i aint hurtin nobody i aint taking you money not now better be out here than in the jail i score out heer
somethin on my hand its covered in wire cant get it off im wrappin the wrong way get off! other way no other way get off!
someone blowin a horn guy in a truck he looks mad waving at me the horn blows up yurs i tell him get outta you truck and i beat you good yeh i didnt think so
keep walkin red just keep walkin
rain comin down real good so wet cold keep walkin red
road is black and wet and shiny cigarette butts i hate that people be so inconsiderate
where am i the bridge shelters down the road a piece maybe get som ssoup
Hey, Red. You ain’t lookin so good.
weeble weefle weasel weasel, got any smack
I don’t do that stuff, Red. I give you a drink, though.
whats this it aint taste like nuthin
Vodka. Take it easy. I said a drink, not the whole bottle.
thanks weasel they got food down there
They won’t let you in looking like that.
im going to jimmers
No you ain’t. Jimmer done got hisself killed.
Yeah, man. Got into it with one his dope heads. No offense.
i need a score
You ain’t gettin it from Jimmer. You get outta this rain, Red. Go on down under the bridge. They’ll have a fire going tonight.
i need a score
Damn, Red. You gonna be dead yourself if you don’t slow down.
Take my bottle. It’ll get you through the night. I’ll get more.
Get down there, now.
weasels all right straight up dude i hate the bridge all them weirdos but i gotta get dry all this rain all this rain all this rain
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