The Junky's Christmas

00:02:03 William S. Burroughs

00:02:52 A long block of brownstone rooming houses.

00:03:36 "A bad setup" - he decided.

00:04:08 The man had a frog face and a Deep South accent.

00:04:43 There was an ache in his lungs. His lips drew back off his yellow teeth in a snarl of desperation.

00:05:28 Danny shivered and twitched, feeling a warm room and heroin emptying into his vein.

00:06:09 "The routines people put down these days. Legs! Well I got a case anyway."

00:06:52 "What's the matter? I don't pay enough?"

00:07:34 Gimpy shrugged - "Could be."

00:08:08 "It was good H too, and no short counts."

00:08:49 "There's Joey from Brooklyn. I'd know that hat anywhere."

00:09:30 "Nobody around anyplace" - Joey said. "I can't even score for goofballs."

00:10:17 "Goddammed alcoholic" - Danny thought. He smiled.

00:10:52 "Better shut the door or you'll be catching cold" - he said jovially, shoving the door shut.

00:11:34 The doctor stopped him.

00:12:07 "No. You will obtain longer relief in using orally. Please not to return."

00:12:52 He dropped a piece of lint from his pocket into the spoon and sucked the liquid into the dropper through the needle

00:13:38 He picked up the dropper in his left hand.

00:14:26 He tore off the handkerchief and placed the dropper in a water glass, which he hid behind the wastebasket.

00:15:03 Finally he got one word: "Kidneys."

00:15:43 Suddenly he put out his thin, dirty hand and touched the boy's shoulder.

00:16:34 "It really works" - he said. "You're a doctor, Mister"

00:17:30 The vegetable serenity of junk settled in his tissues.