The Junky's Christmas

00:02:03 William S. Burroughs

00:02:50 He was in the West Nineties.

00:03:34 No one.

00:04:06 "Just thought your car windows needed polishing, mister."

00:04:35 "Better get out of the neighborhood. That hick is likely to call the law."

00:05:18 He made the corner. Another block, another corner. The case was heavy.

00:05:59 The toenails were painted with purple-red polish. He dropped the leg with a sneer of disgust.

00:06:42 His eyes traveled over the case, poking, testing, looking for flaws.

00:07:16 Gimpy kicked at the case disparingly. "It's all nicked up and kinda dirty-looking."

00:07:56 "Oh... That's bad."

00:08:30 He wiped his nose with one finger, looking around furtively.

00:09:12 "No use asking him" - Danny thought. They looked at each other with the hatred of disappointment.

00:09:54 A brownstone house with a card in the window: P. H. Zunniga, M.D.

00:10:36 "Attack?"

00:11:10 "No prescription. Impossible. It's against the law."

00:11:49 He came back and dropped a tablet into Danny's hand.

00:12:28 He bolted the door and put his spoon, needle and dropper on a table by the bed.

00:13:08 With a shot in front of him, his defences gave way, and junk sickness flooded his body.

00:13:54 He walked across the room, the dropper in his hand, and inclined his ear to the wall.

00:14:39 Danny tried the door. It was open.

00:15:10 "I don't mean it's funny, kid. It's just... I've faked it so many times.

00:15:53 He went back to his room and got the dropper, and returned to the boy's room.

00:16:42 "I feel real sleepy. Didn't sleep all last night." His eyes were closing.

00:17:45 Danny the Car Wiper was on the nod.