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Had a bad wake up this morning. Usually every wake up is bad but this one in particular because as I was waking up Eric had already slung his legs over the side and was stretching. I was still facing the wall and mostly asleep at this point but then he started to crack his knuckles. It sounded exactly like "needle flicking" sounds. You know, flick the air bubbles to the top, click click click.... Lon used to wake me up with that sound, that click click click was my alarm clock. I'd hear him flicking his needle, even if he'd snuck into the bathroom to do it. Sometimes if we were running late for work and school he'd already have my shot waiting for me, and sometimes I'd open my eyes and my rig would be laying right in front of me on my pillow. How romantic, huh? My first words every morning were "Where's my shot?" Sometimes I would wake up early though. Mostly it was the days where we'd be short so I didnt have much of a bedtime shot so I would be sick already by 5am or so and my body would say "Enough sleep, we need heroin, wake up and find me some!" Lon hid the bags from me when we'd be asleep and then always kept the bags on him when awake. I'd make an afternoon shot to take with me or else buy my own bag in between school and work. He usually controlled how much I did though, would always dump the shit in the spoon or else be looking over my shoulder as I did, always saying "You got enough there???" (never...) So those were my first thoughts this morning, waking up to that flicking again. It didnt take me too long to figure out where I was and what was really making that noise. I didn't feel bad or upset that I wasn't back in Columbus and there wasn't a shot etc. It wasn't anything like that but I still felt crappy though, well _creepy_ anyway. It's just sad, the things we do to ourselves....

Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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