he was hiding dark like me. with glimpses of shimmer from an unexpected moment; like smoke billowing in and out from a fire in the distance. dense and thick like walking through an extreme fog so thick you could grab it. The true color of smoke not too dark; not too light but the perfect shade of in between.
Atlas was not the type to do drugs let alone take Acid. And through the eyeball at that. A single drop of acid to the eyeball was enough to give this man that has always carried himself in a sober “Pikey” Brad Pitt in “Snatch” by Guy Richie its a throwback gotta see it. Atlas was very much like Brad Pitts character. Mickey. This kid was always down for a fight, and had yet to lose one at least not in my presence or that I had heard. He wasnt cocky about his ability to handle himself and anyone that would try him. Which appealed to all of the girls even though we were not attracted to him like that not because he wasnt beautful but because he was truly just quiet he hardly ever spoke, and he really didnt pay the females any mind. Not in a homosexual type way you can tell just by his demeanor that he was not gay, and if you were able to make it through his “downness” and “respectability, “checklist” you would know he was not gay. When someone new has come into the group who is seemingly going to be permanent over time he silently registers their worthiness to be able to get to know Atlas for Atlas; the Atlas that uses words, his esoteric circle of friends. It wasnt until that night (that was the most we had heard him talk in full sentences around complete strangers.
Atlas’ focus was school, sports and work, he had to help take care of his family. His mom and hsi sister. He was what we call here in Texas a “Homegrown” boy, he was 16 looking like a 30 year old Matthew McConahay. Accent and all. And he didnt like to start shit he just definitely finished it. He was single and a virgin! I couldve ruined that boys life so many times, but it wasnt worth the hassle back then we were kids, and I was in love with an idiot. He was sweet I could not destroy him like that, but he would undoubtedly make some girl happy one day; that is if he made it through this trip. It was going to be a long night.
A drug addicted mama and daddys boy is who I ended up with I should not have chose the latter.
Gideon also came from a upper class family his father was someone who worked for the government stuff he was not really ever able to talk about and I would know i ended up living with them when I was 15 i actually just turned 15 and I was pregnant and moved in with his family, life for me at that time had been fucked starting around 13 I had my first aborion. Key word FIRST. I dont know how i never became a drug addict well in my sense of the word a drug addict, I amoke pot like people smoke cigarettes, but trust when I say I am high functoining, like for instance I m wfiting this memoir right now as I type, I can stop but I dont cuz its so boring, and. i need something to jazz up the monotony of this life. I know you know it we all know it no one is yet willing to do anything about it or people dont think about anyone but themselves and not the future of the world, and how it truly is hanging by a thread.
Phoenix was I guess you can say like a couch surfer, his family was well off too its just that they were strict with Phoenix wanting him to follow in his father footsteos and go into th emilitary. He would risk a week or two on the streets to for a good night of binging any night he would sneak out mostly but if he got caught we knew he would pay the consequences.
Pyxi looked exactly as you probably imagined, “yes like Tinker Bell with shoulder length brown sun streaked bouncy curly hair, with a slight tan blessed with the attitude of a PR at a hot, crowded PR day parade right along with the with the body of one too. Her ass and her face are half the reason she gets away with half the shit she does to men, she is the definition of work with what you got. But hey an ASSet is an ASSet, eiher way you see it at the end of the day when the world goes to shit I would want he ruseful ASS on my team to ASSist me, help me and mines out we help you you help us type ish!
I hurriedly shoved the IV in her vein there was no time to put it in the bag let alone a pill, the Heparin should be working soon. We should see a change any second; it got worse. There was blood everwhere. I saw Dr. Bigelow glance at the tray next to me, I saw the look in his eyes and knew before he had the composure to ask me. By then I had grabbed the vial off of the tray nearly breaking it in the process; banging the fragile glass against the metal tray. It was too late she was gone the steady, deafening beep across the screen as she lay in front of me bleeding through every inch of her skin. My first one. The first patient Ive lost. And it was my fault.