I'm agitated and anxious. Tomorrow I start the Methadone program here in Minneapolis. I woke up and something was poking me in the chest. I put my hand in my bra and nothing can be mistaken about the feel of that orange cap and plunger... so I had a syringe in my bra and I can't be sure how it got there. I took a shower yesterday... yet I have no recollection of placing it there. odd thing is, it was on my left side... is this symbolic? that the closest thing to my heart is a fucking rig? oh.. and a blue tie.. the tie that binds me as I like to say. hehehe..
anybody in Minneapolis? probably not.. but hey, I'm here and my connection is SUPREME. (kiss)