Addicted

chapter one, Jim.

[New york city, 1995.]

Jim's pov
"Jim!" I heard my mom calling from the kitchen. "Yeah ma im up!" I shouted back at her trying to sound as innocent as possible as i frantically bounced around my room making sure theres no sign of any drugs. I could hear her coming up the stairs, i quickly sat on my bed checking my pillow case one more time, then i grabbed my basketball shoes and started putting them on. "Jim i called you three times, whats going on?" Said my mom as she opened my door. She scanned the room once and then she looked at me. "Mu, please knock next time" i said, hoping she wouldent search me. "What? Where are you going? I made you eggs" she said sharply. "Ma its sunday-" "sunday?" She cut me off. "Ma!, im just going to shoot some hoops alright" a said as i tied my shoes and grabbed my shirt. "Arent you hungry? You hardly ate anything last night, jim your gonna rot!" She said, she was obviously tired. I hated it when she questioned me all the time like some kind of psychiatrist. "Ill grab somethin' on the way" i said as i stod up and slid into my shirt. "Whatever jimmy, i give up." She replied as she walked back down the stairs. I grabbed my ball and my diary And slid my fingers into a gap in the book case, i may not remember to eat, but i always rember the ups. I grabbed the bag between my fingers and stuffed it in my back pocket It was 10:20am, every sunday i would meet regie at the courts and play some ball for a couple hours, before finding the boys, mickey pedro and neutron. We would hang out at the bus stop and get high as fuck, then hitch a bumper ride to the docks. By night we would run the streets of new york like rats, trying to find the best dope in town, then we split. I would get home around 11:00pm. Almost evey weekend was the same. It was just me and my mom in that tiny apartment, i was 19 and my mom was always asking me about girls. But the truth is, i had no plans of finding anyone soon. Sure once in a while me and neutron would get lucky for a night but nothing ever lasted. I liked it that way.

I shut my bedroom door behind me and walked down the stairs into the kitchen. "Bye jimmy have fun" i heard my mom call from her room. "Yeah ma" i yelled back and made for the door. The spring air hit me as i opened the door. I shut it and walked down the front stairs. The courts were only a few blocks away from our appartment next to the corner store. I walked along the side walk bouncing my basketball trying to keep it exactly centered each time. There wasent much to do here in new york, the days were long and hot and the nights were freezing cold. there were only two things that realy mattered to me, basketball and getting high. Only enough to keep my head strait, if mom found out she would kick me out on the streets. I just do what im told and go to school. Most of the time i get there three times a week.and  im usualy jerking around with mickey playing pranks on the teachers, sometimes we even manage to sneak in a decent chippie when they turn a blind eye. Micky is the tough guy, hes got the muscles, hes always starting fights, and hes always the one who gets his ass kicked. And We've known each other since 6th grade. Then theres pedro, i met him at a game last year, he was our new ref', pedros the little guy, he dosent play much ball but hes a pretty good substitute when you need him. neutrons the wise guy ive known him for years, our parents were good friends untill his mum died in a car accident two years back and they havent talked since.