Abasummad

A few nice smoking crystal meth images I found:

abasummad

Image by maureen_sill
i know i never told you this but when i was younger i used to be in a gang
you showed me the tattoo on your leg that they gave you
you said you were fifteen and they held you down while they did it
the smallest one kneeled on your chest
you said you were going to burn it off with a metal spoon and a blowtorch someday
because that’s not you, and it was never really you
your wife made me dinner
your son sat on my lap and played with my hair
your wife gave me a cigarette and i felt weird smoking while your son was there
your wife said don’t worry i do it all the time
i went outside and smoked and then came back in and that is when
you said, you know that boy you spent last weekend with for your project, ameen?
yeah, what about him
his brother was in the gang too
oh, he didn’t mention him, i asked him about his siblings and he just said he had a younger sister and a younger brother
his older brother was stabbed twenty seven times, he even got stabbed in his face, he died in front of their apartment where you always sit at dusk
they did it twenty seven times cause the enemy gang is named "the 27’s"
oh my god
ameen was sixteen when it happened
he’s seventeen now
yeah, that was earlier this year
he never mentioned him
yeah
were they close
very
he didn’t even mention him
did he mention his dad
yeah
ok, good
he told me about what happened to his dad
yeah that was a while ago
yeah
i wonder why he didn’t tell me about his brother? he told me about a lot of other stuff
well kids don’t really talk about their problems to each other
why not
because they all have the same problems
yeah, me and my friends do too but we still talk about it
hmm that’s odd
i guess
is it just understood that everyone has to deal with this sort of thing
yeah, it’s normal
i thought about how this is definitely not normal to me
and about the problems of my brother being, i can’t find a job
versus, your brother being stabbed in the face
this is ridiculous
i can’t even really write about this
i stared off into space thinking about warren and you said
don’t worry, they won’t hurt you, you’re not involved in it, you have nothing to worry about
why can’t i worry about other people
when a muslim dies in the bo-kaap, all muslims carry his body to their parents
and give them their body
because he or she is their muslim brother
even if they were enemies in life
i said that makes no sense, if they didn’t care enough to not kill them in the first place
and i am trying to be culturally sensitive
but that makes no fucking sense
if i was at home i would have said that makes no fucking sense
yeah, he said, it doesn’t
it really doesn’t
two days in bo-kaap and two in langa
the kids in observatory tell me, be careful in langa, they’re going to fuck you up and steal your shit, what the hell are you going to the ghetto for
the ghetto? fuck off
close your eyes, think about bongani and the men who have walked me home, the men who have come up to me in the dark at night
the gentlemen of a township
and i’ve been scared of them because people tell me to be scared of them
and then under a street light they ask, "hey, are you okay girl? let me walk you home"
and then the only time anything remotely questionable happens is in the "safe" neighborhood, in obs
well, alright.
fourteen and fifteen year old kids smoking crystal meth
even in the middle of the day
you want some?
not now thanks
(WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK)
vuyo looks at me on the corner by langa liquor and says, do you want to get fucking killed, put your fucking camera away maureen, there’s gangsters over there
fuck, i’m sorry, i didn’t see them
well they saw you! you are so ridiculous, you trust people so much, you can’t fucking do that
i’m sorry
you are white, you can’t be fuckin’ doing that here
i know, i’m sorry
i know this project means a lot to you but fucking seriously watch out… did you at least get the shot then
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