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IN THE ALLEY
I couldn't run any longer. The pain was incredible. I stopped in the middle of the alley and I lay there. I didn't care what happened to me. My life was over. I needed a fix and I needed it now. Maybe a kind soul, not like those that beat me, but maybe someone would come along and offer me one? I was hopeful. I heard shouting and footsteps running toward me. I just wanted to stay there. I didn't want to move at all. Just leave me alone. The first one who came was a cop. He put his hand on my shoulder and said comforting words. Like I cared? Where is my fix? Then some guy came running at me a couple of minutes later. I guess he knew me, 'cause he called me Hutch. He also called me "crazy", and I didn't like that. To tell you the truth, that really ticked me off. But, there wasn't a whole lot I could do about it, I was pretty weak. He picked me up by the arm and kind of sat me up. Why can't he just leave me alone? If he isn't going to help me, I don't want him to bother me. I looked at him, he looked at me and I recognized for the first time that this was my partner. Starsky. Okay, maybe Starsky will help me. He is my best friend. Don't best friends always help each other? Except, Starsky looked like he was upset. Really upset. He also looked at my arm. Why did he have to do that? As soon as he looked at it, the other cop called me a junkie. At that exact moment I felt like I was going to be violently ill. I fell over onto Starsky's lap and started to heave. Starsky rubbed my back. That felt good. It felt like someone really did care. Maybe if I ask Starsk nicely, he will give me some help. I figured it was worth a "shot" anyway. That other cop was saying something about having to make a report. NO! That would be very bad. I knew that. But, Starsky is upset with the other cop, and telling him that he will take responsibility for me. I think he is grabbing that other cop to make his point. Good ol' Starsky. I can always count on him to protect me. At least, protect me when he is able to. This time Starsky wasn't able to, so I guess he wants to make up for it. So, now Starsky has convinced that other cop and is thanking him. I guess now I will get some help? I know Starsky knows where the stuff is. I know he does. We have had lots of cases that dealt with drug dealers and junkies. And now I am one of them. A junkie, I mean. He asks for help to pick me up. I must admit, I am not able to do that on my own. My body feels like it has been hit by a truck and thrown off a cliff. I know what I need to make all that pain go away. I can see Starsky's car. I can barely walk, but Starsky and the other cop are helping me. Starsky is saying nice things like how he is going to get me better. When the other cop leaves, he tells me he is taking me to Huggy's. I know Huggy...he knows where the stuff is too. He is our snitch but he is also a good friend. I am positive he is going to help me. All I have to do it get to his place, lie on his bed, and Starsky and he are going to give me the stuff I need. Maybe this day won't be so bad, after all.