(2 years later, novak is 19, and he went back to Bailtmore and is living with his mom. He already tried herion and got hooked on it.)

He walked slowly and casuly into the ghetto part of town. Keeping one eye open for cops. Novak walked down a alley and waited in the shadows.

He heard footsteps and saw a man standing there. He walked out and nodded at the drug dealer. Keith (drug dealer!) pulled a small container out Playing with it between his fingers.

Novak felt like pissing his pants, the feelings he was feeling was like nothing he had ever expencine. He grabbed a wad of money out of his jacket and smoothed it out. Keith took it counting each and every bill to make sure Novak had $30. He flipped the containter at Novak and walked out of the alley and turned left.

He walked out of the alley and walked into a bar, sliding past the bouncers with praticed ease. He order a shot of pure vodka and drown it and 4 more just like it before leaving. He felt the buzz of vodka and walked into his house.

His mom was out and he had time. He went in the bathroom and reached behind the toilet and got out his spoon and small bottle of bleac and needle.
He walked into the kitchen, pulling his lighter out of his pocket.

'I havent taken a hit in so long. It was like 4 hours ago. Shit this little bit has to last me at last 3 more hits. shit' he thought as he heated up the bent spoon with the herion.

Finally it was ready. He pulled the cloth around his right arm and tied it with his teeth. He picked up the needle checking to make sure there were no air bubbles in it. He injected it into him self.

First he felt a lil pain but then he felt warm and happy. He allowed a slight giggle to leave his lips as he realized the stain on the wall looked like a hippo. In a short while his high came down and he grab his board and went skating.

He had gone Pro 2 months ago and Bam had gone about a year and a half ago. Bam, a pinch of jealousy rushed though his vains. Bam had everything.

He was a great skater,(the drugs had messed Novak's skating up alot) and he was a co-star of a hit new TV show called Jackass.

He watched it some times and he even saw Raab as he was now called, Ryan, Dico, and this new guy Rake.

'Who needs them, I'm doing okay.The money I make pays for the drugs and shit. Mom thinks it's in the bank.I'm 21, and Dad??well screw Dad if he hadnt have taken so much fucking acid in the first place, he wouldnt be in jail and his fucking house wouldnt be burned down!!' he angrliy thought.
He was too occupied with his thoughts and didnt see the nice old lady he ran right into. She started hitting him with her pocketbook calling him a thug so he called her some not nice names right back, that caused everyone to stare at him.

"Fuck off grandma!" he yelled as he started skating again.

He saw a hot girl standing on a bus stop. Hey skated up tp her.

"Hey Babe, you are the fucking hottest piece of ass I've seen all day. wanna come back with me to my house?" he said in a low voice.

She blushed and said,"Sure"

They walked back to his house and had lots of fun in Novaks room.

Novak life had fallen to pieces in a matter of time. His mom's boyfriend kicked him out after he saw Novak stealing some mangos from the house along with a couple of dollars. His mom wouldn't talk to him cause she found out about the drugs.

So he was living with some nice lady with 2 little kids. She was additced to herion like him so she got the shit for him and he cleaned up and watched the kids.

It was easy.Get some rope and duck tape from a closet and thrown the kids in after they been gagged and tied up. Shit they never bothered him now.

All he had to do was murmor 'ducktape' and the kids ran outside.

He had gotten two warrents. One for selling drugs and smuggle them from mexico. The other for statutory rape (it means when you are eigthteen or older and have sex with a person younger the eigthteen).

From some reason parents just did not like him he didn't know why, but as soon as he brought the girls home. They called the cops.

The cops couldn't keep him though. He always got away in the end he just had to be more careful around cops.

He grab the bleach and water and his dose of herion. He would borrow her needle. She had gone out for a little taken the brats with her. She didn't want him sharing the needle and promised to kick him out if she caught him.

He was rushing and mixed up the bleached and water up. He put the bleach and herion on the spoon and cooked it up.

Not notice the color of the mixture. He ejected it quickly and he felt a little pain but the relief never came. He scream outloud as the pain ran up his arm. It felt like someone was melting metal onto his skin.

He quickly realized what happened. The sad part was he couldn't go to a hospital because of the warrants.

He would die in this horrible smeely kitchen. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he vison blurred. He fell into a corner and prayed for all he was worth.

'Dear God please don't let me die! Please i swear ill stop I'm only 21 I cant die Please god Please. I had a tough life this isnt how I want to die.'

The next hour was the longest hour ever. The pain had spread all of his body and he was shivering and cryin. His arm felt dead and he wonder briefly if he would lose it. His vains were dark purple and poping out of his skin. The pain slowly started to die down.

After a while, he got up and started cleaning up the kitchen. He felt so much pain. But not just physical pain, emotional pain.

This was how his life was. Praying to God in a smelly cramped kitchen as he fought to stay alive because of one stupid mistake.