HEROIN MY LOVE
by LZ Hansen
When people ask “What would you like to be when you grow up”? No one ever says “I want to be a junkie.”
Well, that’s exactly what I wanted to be. I wanted to grow up to be the best junkie I could.
The type that walks with a loose hip swaying swagger. Wearing skin tight black jeans that have been worn so long they fit like a second skin. The type of girl who has long straight slept in hair. I wanted ghostly translucent skin and pouty lips, my eyes smudged with black eye liner.
I had day dreams of shooting dope in the top of an old industrial building far far away from people. Which is what I imagined being a junkie was all about, isolation.
