"now sell these to all your little boy friends, but whatever you do, for god's sake,
don't take any and i will continue my supply of the highest quality morphine
sulphate." crooned the pervert to the boy.
the boy referred to him as such not only because he was making good junk by
allowing the pervert to slime all over him but also because he had found a cache of
magazines under the sink in the bathroom that featured boys even younger than
himself. for some reason the dirty old bastards always hide their pornography in the
same place, just begging to be found by some bennied up creep with the same
throbbing vulgarities as his personal grail quest. to make matters more hideous the
pervert had a tattoo of an older man strangling a naked child with a bit of wire or
cord shoddily carved into his backflesh. the boy had only seen it twice and it took a
bit of adjusting of his eyes to make sure what he was seeing was indeed actually
what he was seeing which led to questions of what reputable professional would
possibly dream of seeing that as an ethical design coupled with a sudden urge to get
out of there which was quickly quieted by desire for heroin or equivalent. the
pervert always had a steady supply of morphine and hydrocodone tablets
prescribed for various agonies but quaintly enough other than a small sliver of a
tablet taken to ease the back pain, the pervert did not medicate himself regularly
and was completely free of any kind of dependency.
the boy was out the door with a sack of large capsules that were yellow on one side
and black on the other. the pervert insisted that they were caps of codiene, very
low quality stuff that he really wouldn't bother with dropping down his own gullet
with so much fine morphine around. the boy was really quite warm at this point,
dosed heavily by a very gentle version of the pervert that didn't even want to touch
him with his crawling fingers that day and instructed he make them both some
pocket money with a bit of codeine that might be fine for amateurs or the truly
desperate but otherwise almost fit to be thrown away. "well, proper or not it's still
a bit, and i have five dollars right here so i could just say i sold some and keep a few
for myself, eh?" he moved a small handful of capsules to his pocket for later on,
placing only one under his tongue to suck on for now, but as he bit into it, the
powder inside did not at all have the familiar taste of codeine or any kind of heroin
but rather had burning, acidic sort of sensation like some sort of poison that he
quickly spit out, but already his eyes had begun to blur and by the time he staggered
to the bottom of the stairs his body collapsed from under him and he fell down dead.