Elliot Weiss

Junky

 

Only thirty five.

 

At times he loked fifty, other times five.

 

His seventeen year old son could not believe what his father had done, this sick tragedy loosing weight like you couldn’t, no you could but you wouldn’t want to believe.

 

He could chew ice as if it were rice.

 

His grandmother, she believed, she believed, she believed in Jesus

 

But that was no help, no how  as his kidney’s and other organs well…they were poisoned anyhow, but the doctors, they all loved this as they could add, multiply and divide, all the fee’s they could dream of, as a messed up junkie dies.

 

Only thirty five.