Nick Jordan
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I'm Nick, a copywriter by trade, who also knocks out essays, articles & short stories. Recovery from addiction, crime, injustice, death, sexual abuse, doom & other types of gloom are usually on the menu. Just so you know.
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Her Majesty
I’ve gone round to see a friend, who isn't in a good way. Poverty and drug addiction will do that to you. She doesn't look great when I turn up, and asks immediately if I'd go to the nearby pharmacy for her. This is a familiar request: ‘going to the chemist’, means picking up a pack of sterile syringes, for injecting methamphetamine. Three bucks gets you five sterile, medicalised, ‘skin-pop’ syringes of the type used by diabetics. They’re not suitable for intravenous injection, but that’s what you're given and they’re clean and sharp at least. The packs, she says, used to come with a little squeeze of sterile water and a spoon for mixing up, but they’ve stopped that now. The price didn’t go down. ‘They’re free in Britain’, I say with a shrug.
By Nick Jordan3 years ago in Fiction
The Mortician's Daughter
On the day I lost my virginity, my partner, a beautiful young man named Josh, had been dead for 12 hours. I guess that sounds kind of weird to you, right? And I guess it is kind of weird, too. But, well, when you grow up in a funeral parlour, it’s the kind of thing that can end up happening. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
By Nick Jordan3 years ago in Confessions
