You ever smoked crack? Asked the man smoking crack,

Nah but after you smashed me over I kinda want to. I spoke

It's not that worser of a drug really, just eat heaps, get some sleep, it's the fuckwits that stay up all week that give it a bad name, The violent crackhead went on,

We were hunched down, squatted,

Behind a dumpster in an alley behind the Westgate mall,

He kept an eye out for a witness and I kept an eye on his lighter as it massaged the bulb,

Lot of work goes into warming the vessel, gotta, gotta, gotta caress it and be kind to it, that's when the good stuff happens, He informed with half his teeth present.

My teeth were yellow, I chainsmoke alot and get jealous of confidence, which causes me to get knocked alot, I have a black eye and a lip ring.

The crackle goes about his business, and that's when a wave of guilt and fear and loneliness and what the fuck am I doing comes over me, finalized by a hint of maybe nah. The maybe nah, takes its victory and I Cut tracks for my crashed car that's still entangled in the power lines. Careful not to step on wire.

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Pedestrians film on phones and for a moment I remember it's 2012 everyone has a smart phone, albeit trash smart phones.

Before one of the cellular zombies can snap my mug on their shitty little androids or Iphone 4s I swat them from hands and collect them in both arms cradled.

I cast them in the back of my mangled vehicle and stupidly try the ignition. Clearly no ignition like mine would ever start by choice. So I give it another go and to my utter and supreme surprise no luck who would have known?

The crackle from earlier wanders across the road, misses a bus, but not by action, strips his shirt off and wraps it as mask

Where are you off too bucko, can I catch a ride? He asks or not so by choice; demands of me.

I would if I could mate but the car won't start, I don't know what's up with it. I explain.

A kid on a bike starts filming for likes, luckily for me live streams aren't a deal yet. However YouTube is

This fullahs gonna drive off after he crashed into my Dad's Lambo, it's a rich as car, I hope he's rich he'll never pay it off.

I flip the camera off, and use one of many swatted phones as rocks to swat the kids phone from his mits.

Thankfully, 8 pixels ain't enough for jail time or a fine. But a licence plate sure is.

Hey bro if I can't get a ride can I have some gas money? Really need to get out of here, I got stood up, legit, I never lie, honest. The deranged addict begins.

I open my change compartment by my mangled and stained steering wheel and hurl him a handful of silver. He's grateful for a second but insists I have more.

My eye still sore from his boney knuckles he struck, I stand to my feet and offer him round 2.

You won't get me this time, I yell and raise fists to guard.

This is the last time I smoke K2 for life or in death! I curse.

Wooooooorldstar, the kid yells.