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| by Amanda Lawrence Auverigne |
| Larry let out a huff as a large plastic sack landed in his lap.
"There you go Larry. Fire it up." Blake said. Blake sighed as he fell into the dust covered chair beside Larry. Larry grinned at Blake as he lifted the Ziploc bag in his hand. He turned from his companion and he placed the lower portion of the bag against his nostrils. He sniffed at the parcel with a shuddering sigh. "Good, huh?" Blake asked. Blake pulled off his cap. He turned from Larry and he tossed the paper item into the crackling flames of the large stone fireplace that lay across from him. "I'll say." Larry said. Larry let out a honking cough as he pulled at the tiny plastic lines on top of the bag. The top portion of the plastic parcel came apart with a loud whistling noise. Larry closed his eyes and he let out a strangled cough as a sharp pungent odor filled his nose. "Better than last time, man." Blake said. Larry coughed up a ball of liquid. He turned and he spit the thick fluid into the dirt filled recesses of a porcelain container on the floor near him. He watched the thin green stalk of the tall green plant that lay within the urn shake as the thick splat of yellow fluid struck the lower portion of the vegetation. "Yup, I can smell it this time. You did good, Blakey." Larry said. Larry smiled. He dug the thin fingers of his left hand into the bag and he giggled as his thumb and forefinger closed over a thick paper covered pellet. He pulled the fat cylinder from the satchel and he placed it against his nose with a sigh. "Hey! Don't get your infected snot all over that. Light it up and pass that sucker down, man." Blake said. Larry sighed and he tossed the bag of cylinders to Blake. "All I need is one." Larry said. Blake leaped up from his hole filled chair and he let out a cough as a sharp scent poured from the bag as he caught it. Larry pulled a tarnished silver lighter from his coat. He moved his hand in a rapid motion and he watched a thin yellow flame rise up from the edge of the metal object. He pressed the dancing flame against the end of the white cylinder that protruded from his mouth. He smiled as a thin tendril of white smoke rose up from the object. He pressed the twisted end of the thing between his lips and he inhaled with a loud cough. Blake fell to his knees and he crawled across the floor. He paused in front of the fireplace. He sat up and he pulled two white cylinders from the bag. He leaned forward and he pressed the ends of the objects against the flickering flames in front of him. He laughed as the edges of the smokes caught aflame. He fell back onto his spine and he landed atop the rough wooden beams beneath him with a loud crash. He grimaced with pain and he shook the flame covered cylinders over his head. He watched the flames die out and he shoved the two smoking items into his mouth. He pressed the cylinders between his lips and he inhaled deeply as he held the plastic bag against his chest. He stared up at the faded mosaics that lay across the water stained ceiling above him. "Did Old Man Peters catch you soaking these in his stash?" Larry asked. "Naw, man. We ain't got to worry about him. 'Sides. There was like this big old crash on the I-90 a few hours ago. A real bad one. With two trucks, three cars and everything. Peters man. He got real happy when he heard about it." Blake said. "Piece of crap." Larry muttered. "You should have seen him, man. All scrunched up in his chair. With his white coat and gloves. Hair all slick." Blake said. "All four of them." Larry said. Blake coughed. And he pulled the two smokes from his mouth as he laughed. Larry allowed his cig to dangle from his lips. And he held his hand against his belly as he laughed. "He was grinning man. When he heard about it on the radio. And he was rubbing his hands. Like he just couldn't wait to get his hands on the bodies." Blake said. "Ah. This is some good shit. Some real good shit." Larry said. "Yeah man. My head is like. Spinning." Blake said. "I can see a little bit better now. Ah. This sure beats the hell outta those damned pills they tried to force down my throat." Larry said. "Yeah man. Best thing they ever did man. Best damned thing." Blake said. "So. Old Man Peters and his little cabin boy should be busy all night?" Larry asked. "Yup. I won't be back in until tomorrow. And I'm not rushing it. Hopefully. My shit won't be red and bloodshot like the last time." Blake said. "I hear ya, man." Larry said. "Visine is shit. Don't work man. Not for this grade of shit." Blake said. "The good shit." Larry said. "The best shit." Blake said. Larry laughed as he sucked on the cylinder in his mouth. Blake closed his eyes as he inhaled from the lighted smokes in his mouth. "Damn it all. I am hungry as hell." Blake said. The sound of loud footsteps filled the space. "Who the fuck is that?" Blake asked. "I don't know." Larry said. Blake sat up and he breathed deeply as he held the two lighted cigs in his mouth. He looked around the large room and he stared at the dozens of tall green plants that lay in large pots front of him. The sound of footsteps became louder. Blake let out a braying cough when he saw three uniformed police officers burst through the shaking plants. The men carried guns in their hands as they ran through the swaying vegetation around them. They stopped in front of the large fireplace and they aimed their guns in Larry's direction. "Freeze!" the cops shouted. Larry and Blake looked at each other for a brief moment. Larry turned from his companion and he sat back against the worn cushions of his chair. He closed his eyes with a sigh as he inhaled at the cig in his mouth. Blake let out a barking choke as he lay on the floor. He folded his hands on top of his chest and he closed his eyes. "Hello, gentleman. What is it this time?" Larry asked. The police officers turned and aimed their weapons in Larry's direction. One of the officers let out a cough as he spoke. "You are under arrest. For the possession of illegal substances," the cop said. Blake sat up on the floor. He turned to Larry and he let out a braying laugh. Larry tossed his head back and he chuckled. "I have a prescription for this. All of it." Larry said. The cops looked around the plant filled room with wide eyes. "Signed by the Mayor himself. And the Commissioner of the State Board of Health." Larry said. Larry lifted his hands and he pointed to several documents that lay in cracked glass frames atop the crackling hearth. The cops lifted their guns in their hands and they aimed their weapons in Larry's direction. "You just stay still. And keep your hands where we can see them, " One of them said. Larry turned to Blake and he smiled. "They're acting like this a crack house." Blake held the smokes in his hands as he let out a braying laugh. Larry sighed. He placed his feet flat on the floor and he rose from his chair. The cops took a few steps back and loud clicking noises filled the space as they aimed their weapons at Larry's head. "Come now, gentleman." Larry said. He smiled as he held out his wrists to the cops. "I am prepared to go peacefully." "I'm not!" Blake shouted. "But you must know. That not only do I have a script for these hard to find items that I have so carefully raised. But you should have also guessed that a very special ingredient that has been added to the latter. Which is in fact keeping me alive." Larry said. He took a step forward and he stood in front of the flaming hearth. He pulled off his coat and he tossed it to the floor. The cops took moved back as they stared at Larry's face. Half of the skin that lay across his skull was gone and the flesh that was left possessed a sickly green hue. A small portion of the left side of his mouth was gone and his yellowed teeth could clearly be seen within the opening. Sparse brown hairs protruded from his sore filled scalp and thick black pus oozed from the rancid wounds. His eyes possessed a thick yellow film atop the deep brown orbs. And thick yellow sludge dripped from the two holes in the center of his face that served as his nostrils. Two cigarettes were pressed between his green lips and tiny bits of ash fell from the lighted tips of the cylinders and landed on the floor with low sizzling noises. Larry's chest was bare and thick pieces of flesh were missing from his torso. Gleaming green muscle tissue and the stark white bone of his ribcage could be seen. Larry let out a huffing cough and he closed his eyes and sucked at the smokes in his mouth. His entire body tensed as he held the smoke within his form and he exhaled with a shuddering cough. He opened his eyes as thick plumes of smoke poured from the ragged holes that lay in the center of his chest. The rythmatic contractions of his blackened lungs could clearly be seen through the large circular openings across the top portion of his chest. And small white maggots crawled within the gaping holes. Larry twisted the remnants of his face into a tight grimace and he lowered his right hand from the cigs in his mouth. A sharp pungent odor filled the room. The police officers lowered their weapons and they let out strangling coughs as the sickening stench filled the room. The men turned from Larry and they clawed at their throats and eyes just before they all fell to their knees and vomited onto the floor. The men wept as they rubbed at the tears that poured from their eyes. Larry watched the uniformed men stumble around the room and he picked at the maggots that crawled across his skin. He held several in his hand and he tossed them to the floor. "They itch like the devil." Larry said. The cops let out loud cries as they leaped to their feet. They staggered from the room and the soles of their feet slipped in their own puddles of rancid sick as they moved from the plant filled space. Larry turned from the swaying plants in front of him and he grabbed his coat from his seat. He pulled the garment onto his body and he turned to Blake. He saw something large and dark fly up towards his face. He felt a slight bump against his nasal cavities as the sound of a loud crash filled his ears. He felt something soft land atop his feet. Larry buttoned his coat and he looked at the floor. He smiled when he saw a large bag of toasted cheese curls resting atop the dusty wooden floorboards. Larry bent forward. He grabbed the bag and he looked at Blake with a smile. "Thanks mate." Larry said. Blake lay on his spine. He held a bag of opened crisps atop his chest and he watched the crackle of flames in front of him as he sucked at the smokes in his hand. "Anytime." He said. |
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