Introducing....

As the blog title suggests, Wolverine Bailey is a collective, a group. This post is brought to you from a new addition to the team; Lord Auch. Here's what the bastard has to say, whether you like it or not...

"Hey, man, want to get rabbit?"
"What the fuck?"
"Rabbit, man...you know...smoke this rock...shee-it."
"Crack?"
"What...of course, nigga...dumb ass, cracker, keep your voice down..."
"How much?"
"For a brotha like you...20."
"Sold."
And it began thus.
I'm by far not the most virginal person when it comes to fucking ones body up. But i ain't never smoked no crack before. So what did I do? I racked my trembling brain for details from movies thinking "It's worth a try" but came up with nothing.
I took a hammer and I smashed my two rocks.
Rolled up my other 20.
Snorted.
Sat back and away I went.
I started itching, but my throat was numb and I couldn't cough. Was I tasting blood? Maybe...but I had a feeling it wasn't my own.
The nerves never quit and i was getting shaky so I snorted another line and sat back again, eyes closed. The blood flowed behind my eyelids and my fingers twitched.
I wanted a boner, and I got one, from sheer will.
I did that about four times before I decided to go out.
The public, on drugs, is not the safest place to be. It's a cold brush off the shoulders. Red eyed and quivering you want to fuck everything that moves and they look at you like you're a corpse with an asshole for a mouth trying to suck their grandmother's toes.
The lights were heavenly at first. Little twinkles in the sky, further than reach...but the exit signs, the neon....those brought devils and demons and a rapture that made me come uncontrollably, but at least unnoticed.
But, I found out I could still will a boner.
The subway took me here and there. I'd get off at a stop just to hop the next train that came along. Toothless homeless touching my skin, feeling like plastic dolls. I cracked my knuckle on a tooth and laughed.
The pain dulled the drugs effected.
It was getting lonely.
The sunrise was heartbreaking. I clawed at my chest. Agony. Pain. Was I still high or just simply emotional? The sunrise brings a cold that only the heart can understand.
I was flaccid and crying. I wanted to go home but was lost. I knew where I was, don't get me wrong. But lost in the sense I didn't belong.
My nose ran red. Just a little. A slight leak.
I sat on stairs and I waited.
Experiment over.
---The Lord Auch