heavyflo

The winter months are particularly un-fun for the poor little teenage speed freaks of downtown Portland. You see them huddled in little batches all over Vasaline Alley. Wearing filthy Skinny Puppy t-shirts attempting to bum cigs or change off of anyone who happens to linger within a couple of feet of thier little clusterfuck cabal'sl of post-pubescent stench and faliure. You can smell the rot. Bad tattoos, bad piercings, hepatitis C and track marks. Then of course there are the danger mice. Little brats that come down from thier warm cozy homes in Vancouver and Beaverton on the weekends to hang out with all thier wonderful homeless friends. You can spot them a mile away. They look a little less dead. They are enchanted by the filth and poverty and disaster and they can always go back to school and tell thier friends about it. As for the junkies and street whores, a few more years, a few less teeth and alot more disease will leave them gutted just like the rest. Bad drugs and bad weather seem to have thier way with them. But summer is coming once again. That time when bad habits seem to flourish like a good case of herpes. They will get lots of practice come next winter, then it's back to the same old grind. Meth is cheap and recycled street snatch is even cheaper. The days will just fly on by into nothingness. Amen.