An ode to thy right Bilateral vein.
The only train track scared vein IV mark area that entirely collapsed was my personal favorite, "my main vein", the upper elbow blue tube - to heaven. The treasure map of scar-tissue marked the spot where two thirds of all those thousands of 5 second countdown to utopia injections inevitably had to be delivered via, right?,
(I know and the miserable moments) which were regrettably often as an addict sometimes has to do - with my old re-used then re-sterilized syringes (never more than 5 times though eek). Or what I've seen other people who took no vein care at all do. For example, Stab their way violently into their neck with a "butterfly" needle for the umpteenth time or until they register that monstrous neck vein - their sad last resort; or hear people jokingly refer to what they would call (down under) as their "trusty-rusty", that one syringe that they always had hidden on them, just in case they couldn't go to a pharmacy or similar dispensary after scoring - such is the exigency of heroin. As my cell mate Ivan (the terrible) in Hakea would learn - trying to anally smuggle two ml syringes of heroin in...but that story is still to come.
God blessed me with two of these Bilateral veins. It took many thousands of injections before she finally gave out after many years hard labor, millions of years of evolution made it so. A lifetime like mine, One with several thousand holes in it. Truth be told I had another week left before the wake up call of a lifetime. In one week I would be woken up by the armed robbery squad and would have other worries...
Mr B. Fair