Jack Manning

My First Felony

I had been lying there in my uncle’s motor home for three days in a puddle of putrid post heroin sweat. Not quite sleeping and not quite awake, but always aware of the demon crawling up and down my spinal cord. The sickness was just starting to settle in and I knew I had to do something soon. I could hear my relatives outside working and going on about their busy days. They were unaware of my presence.