0837 | writing prompt # 1 |

I knew something had gone wrong becuz Jamie was crying when she entered the apartment. I paused the dvr.

She stared at the over-sized Godfather poster above my head. Not at me. Blonde hair loose.

Sob. "Those fucking Mexicans took all my money and didn't give me any dope."

"Who?"

"Hi-May [Jaimie]."

"Why?" And. "I told you not to buy drugs from anyone who wasn't the same color as you. Everybody knows that."

"White boys don't have good heroin, Johnny. EVERY-body KNOWS that."

Jaime sighed. She wouldn't look at me. The left side of her face was red. The corner of her mouth was swollen. I was like, "Dude. Did someone hit you?"

"One of Hi-May's fucking chola bitches. She smelled like Aqua Net."

"But why?"

Anger in her blue eyes. White parts slightly yellow. A year of manteca abuse. Long. Lanky. Body still together but for how long? "Because I supposedly owe them like thirty bucks from a long time ago."

"Is that true?"

"I don't know, man. Whatthefuckever really."

She looked down. Away. Everywhere but at me. Her eyes froze on a spot on the carpet. Cat pee. Her posture told me that the Mexicans were not lying.

"Johnny. I'm gonna get sick, man. Can you help me out at all? They said I could come back."

"You wanna go back there? Are you fucking crazy? They just beat your ass. What about the guys in front of the methadone clinic? Can't you get a bottle?"

Superloudgroan. "That shit is only on Wednesday's. Dude. I gotta get a couple bags at least. Come on. Twenty dollars. When I get back I'll put on anything you want. Do anything you want. You can hit me. Spit in my mouth."

For some reason the dvr unpaused itself. Generation Kill. Explosions. Someone yelling, "UNFUCK YOURSELF!"

"Jaime. I'm broke. I've given you all my money. Why don't you try to get clean? No time like the present, right?"

"Well. Then. Since you don't love me. JOHNNY. I'll go out and find the money somewhere else."

The door slammed behind her. The dvr unpaused itself again. Shooting and yelling but no longer interesting. Jaime was crying when she entered the apartment. I knew something had gone wrong.