They were like two birds crashing. High but going higher. They met, fell and put a dent into rock bottom. Deep enough in the hole to make a grave and it seemed like everyone had dirt to kick on them. They needed their drugs and she knew how to get them. The first time she put her mouth on a dealer it got them both more than enough and made her cry more than she’s ever cried. He stole, because he was too much of a junkie to be a dealer. She slept with dealers, and got less and less, she was losing her value. He had a gun and used it once. He died in jail and left her alone. She was dirty and got a disease too big for the free clinic and died a year or two later from a cold.