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Chapter 3

Damien opened his eyes, feeling refreshed. This peaceful sensation lasted for a few seconds before he realized that he was still in his dirty apartment, a syringe protruding from his arm, and the packet of cotton pads, rusty spoon, and half packet of syringes were exactly where he had left them last night, when he was supposed to have overdosed on a fatally high dose of whatever it was Gomez had dropped.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Damien said, and began to laugh.
When he was finished, he stared in wonder at the needle dangling from his arm. He shook it, and it clattered to the floor.
‘It must have been some seriously diluted stuff he was carrying,’ Damien thought, astounded. ‘But Gomez never carries the bad shit on him; he gives that to his lackeys to sell. What’s on him is good stuff, always the best,’ he thought, dismissing his earlier thought. ‘Either way, it’s a miracle I didn’t die.’
But the whole situation was simply impossible. A shiny gem of coincidence, fascinating him with exquisite beauty when it was nothing more than a common rhinestone. This sort of thing happened all the time. Nonetheless, he was compelled to know what the substance he had used was. But it feels great, but sleepy.

Then he passed out …

Lesley Tyler entered his apartment with two cops. He was really angry, until the time he saw Damien. Miserable. He didn’t look disgusting or abominably. Just miserable. This is pretty much he always was about “God! He is just a boy, a boy who lost in this crazy world.”
-“Do You want to bring a suit against him, sir?”
-“No. Just take him away”
-“Thank for your help sir”
-“Oh, bye the way officer, not “him”. Damien Crepsley is his name. Poor Damien, stupid boy”
-“Thank you sir, we will do everything else”.

Chapter 4

“Light! Strong enough to be painful”, Damien thought. So clean, so comfortable, he already forgot about the existence of such words.
-”Finally, you woke up stupid junkie” this words returned him to the earth.
-“But Miss…”
-“Don’t Miss me you, disease of the society!’ she said sharply.”In my opinion it is useless to spend so much money on you all. Just get rid of you all. One way or another.” Said she leaving.
-“Maybe she is right” thought he.”May be it is useless to help us.”
-“Stop this, Damien!” He told himself. “You are still alive”. The bird passed the window next moment.”Huh”.
Few minutes later he heard people laughing in the hall. So stupid and careless laughing.”Wish I have a small joint right now.”
Then someone opened the door.Really wasted. “Huh, wonder what he is taking?”
Laying in the bed he could see wired things. People acting like they were retarded. Or high…
-“Hi, Sweetheart. I’m back to cure you” the nurse smiled.
“Hell! She looks crazy, she is here to kill me! thought Damien “I don’t want to die”

She turned off the light.


Chapter 5

“Huh, that was the last thing I expected from that nurse” Damien said to himself out loud.
“Something has gone completely wrong with this world” Damien thought. For the whole day he met too many “high” people. Even those who are not usually affected by psychedelic substances. Later something eventually started to borrow him
. Flashbacks of the talk with the unknown person were itching his brain from the inside. Damien started to memorize parts of his overdosing dream.”If it is true, lets try it”.

Damien walked across the dirty streets. Dark, lonely and desolate. Everything stays the same even if you become a superhero. Here is Gomes and his guys.”Well well, well, look who is coming.” Gomez smiled. “What has happened Creepy Gesply, I come here so confident. Your grandma died and left you my six thousands, and 30 bucks more for one more dose?”.Gomes burst out of laughing, being really proud of his joke.”No” Damien smiled. “No? Than you have chosen the extreem way to kick the bucket, Crepsley” The next moment, Gomez and his guys got really high and couldn’t move.”Wait a second! What happened I am so stoned! Help me!” shouted Gomez. But nobody was listened to him. Everyone was high there. Everyone except Damien. He took Gomez’ money and junk and left. He went the next street and gave people money and junk for free. Afterwards he came to dealer and made the same thing. Again money and junk. No kills. He repeated this many times a day. He spent the whole week doing it. After many of the dealers disappeared from the streets Damien started to get people high for free. Now they were gathering in front of his place. He wasn’t kicked out of it just because he saved some money for paying the rent. It was becoming really annoying and he understood that the problem is not solved. Everything started to seem useless. Although there was no problem of drug se

Once in the street he saw several men tying to rape the black girl. He came there and got them high.”Lets go, please, it won’t last long.” The woman was shocked “Who for God’s sake are you?’ Just hurry we don’t have much time.”.”Believe me , I’m Crackman, savers of lost souls” he added pathetically.

They stood in the street silently. She was too shock for speaking, he was to shy to start speaking.“So what’s your name? Crackman? Wow this is the funniest thing I’ve heard for a long time” She smiled. “Nice nickname for a fancy guy” Damien felt really timid. No one ever told him he is fancy. No one ever told him he is attractive.”Well, as long as you helped me, I can invite you for, at least the cup of coffee”. She smiled one more time.”

Before felling to sleep he whispered “You know there is something I have to tell you”

“You’re trying to help them and still not confident if what you are doing is right?! God, you are on of the most controversial people I’ve ever met.” Damien looked at her , and could believe his eyes. She looked like a goddess to him.”Listen to what I say, and listen to it carefully. You are at least trying, this is the main point. All these stupid cowards would have sent them to a concentration camp, if it was legal, and you are trying to help them. Not really skillfully, but still you are at least trying.
… You know I thought about, what you have told me, this “cause and king” thing. By now you used only the king part…” she paused for a moment.” Sorry to say this but you may be need to think of yourself as a cause of addiction. Think about it boy. No offence but it is still really fearing.”



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