Teddy sniffing glue he was 12 years old
Fell from the roof on East Two-nine
Cathy was 11 when she pulled the plug
On 26 reds and a bottle of wine
Bobby got leukemia, 14 years old
He looked like 65 when he died
He was a friend of mine

Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died

G-berg and Georgie let their gimmicks go rotten
So they died of hepatitis in upper Manhattan
Sly in Vietnam took a bullet in the head
Bobby OD'd on Drano on the night that he was wed
They were two more friends of mine
Two more friends that died / I miss 'em--they died

Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died

Mary took a dry dive from a hotel room
Bobby hung himself from a cell in the tombs
Judy jumped in front of a subway train
Eddie got slit in the jugular vein
And Eddie, I miss you more than all the others,
And I salute you brother/ This song is for you my brother

Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died

Herbie pushed Tony from the Boys' Club roof
Tony thought that his rage was just some goof
But Herbie sure gave Tony some bitchen proof
"Hey," Herbie said, "Tony, can you fly?"
But Tony couldn't fly . . . Tony died

Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died

Brian got busted on a narco rap
He beat the rap by rattin' on some bikers
He said, hey, I know it's dangerous,
but it sure beats Riker's
But the next day he got offed
by the very same bikers

Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died...

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Welcome Seth, this promo is not just for you but for everyone.

I’ve been here on and off for a few years. I never asked anything, and pretty much never did anything. I was ok with that. But someone woke me from my happy daze that I lived in, and people found they didn't like me. And I found I didn't like most people.

Let me tell you all a story of hell. Some of you think you know what hell is? No you have no idea what true hell is.

Doom sits in his apartment building, today is a day like any day. But unlike most days, today is a very special day. Today is the day I have fallen back into haziness. Today is the day I go back to the big H. For those not in the know that H stands for heroin.

Doom opens up a small black cd holder case. Inside it is the tools of his undoing. We see small needle, the injection is properly tied up in a yellow plastic gaze/rope. Thee something that looks allot like a Swiss army knife when you click the button a silverish spoon pops out. At the bottom of the case is a bunch of cotton balls and a Zippo lighter. This was his toolkit was it would be for many many years. He carried this wherever he went, when he went to work he’d pack this kit first before any lunch.

Life is full of little rituals. Rituals that define our sad dreary days. I'm sure you have rituals of your own Seth? For most people the morning rituals of showering, eating breakfast and going to work is the most normal ritual. The ritual of coming home and picking up the remote control, flipping through the channels is a common ritual. Making dinner and so on, you get the picture don't you Seth? Our lives are defined by rituals. That's all we fucking are, just a bunch of things we do day in and day out.

Well, let me introduce you to my ritual. I call this my ritual of white, you’ll see why towards the end.

We see Doom sitting on the floor of his apartment. Doom pulls out a small dark vial from his pocket, he opens it and uses it to extract a fingerful of white powder onto the spoon, it is less than a half spoonful. Its more than enough for his first time back on the horse. The powder is fine white, but not totally white, its more beige than white, its very fine like grains of sand. I have a small glass of water on the floor with a tea spoon it, I very carefully put a few single drops of water in the teaspoon, I then drop the few drops of water into the spoon with the H. I sit there and look at what im doing, a part of me wants to put it away and forget this shit, but another part of me knows its too late for that, its been too late for too long.

You see Seth I’ve had too many friends die, shot, suicides, od’s, as shitty as this sounds this is my life, my world. Drugs and death go hand in hand. I could change my life sure, but thatd be like asking a dog not to bark, he’ll quiet down, but eventually barks again, anything otherwise and he wouldn’t be a dog anymore. I miss many of those friends, but soon enough we all join them, dont we?

Doom returns to his ritual.

I get the Zippo flick it open and put the flame under the spoon. I heat it up for a few seconds then grab a cotton ball. I put the cotton ball that will use to filter out the tough grains, so I only get the good stuff in me. I heat up the bottom of the spoon again for a few seconds and this time finally close the Zippo. I drop the Zippo back in the back and move the cotton ball around. I put the spoon carefully back on the floor. I take the needle out and untie the yellow plastic cord from it. I carefully put the needle within the cotton ball. I pull the back part of the needle and see a whitish clearish liquid begin to fill the vial of the needle. I get maybe less than a quarter of an inch of liquid. Half as less as I used to do, for now more than enough than I will need. I look at the needled and what it contains. My stomach gets queezy, im excited yet scared, you ever feel like that Seth, both scared and excited at the same time? Like the first time you ever make love, that's what this ritual is like, its like making love for the first time.

I take the yellow plastic cord and pick it up, I pull up my long sleeve t-shirt, you see guys like me always wear long sleeve shirts so you cant see our track marks. I tie the cord just the elbow a bit lower even. I tie it up and wait, now unlike the movies, I don't tap my forearm to make a vein pop out, that's too cliche, I just massage my forearm and I put allot a pressure soon a vein starts to appear and I keep massaging till it looks like it wants to pop out of my skin. Here comes the scary part Seth, are you still with me?

I take the needle and find the soft part, when we say soft part is that im looking for a previous entry, where the vein is used to what is about to come. I find it, I take the needle and inject it into my vein. It a small pinprick, its like a tiny ant bite and it hurts for only an instant, as a kid I was so afraid of needles, I guess I got over my phobia? lol.

I push down on the vial of the needle, I feel a warm sensation in my arm. It warms my lower arm, as the last of it is in, I take the needle out and drop it in the bag, I take the plastic cord quickly off. I stand and then sit on my couch. The feeling of euphoria knowing im on my way. In a matter of seconds I begin to feel very, I wish I knew the words to describe what it feels like, Euphoria is close, but its more like happiness, no that's not the right word, I don't really get happy, I just forget myself, arugh I cant give you the right word, youll never know till you try it and god I hope you never do. Hmm, haziness, I get hazy, and the world becomes a hazy blur, yeah that's as close as we get I fall into haziness.

Seth you know when you wake up from your sleep, in those first few seconds where your not sure if you're awake or still asleep, your mind hasn't really caught up that you’re starting to wake up, that is as close as I can come to where I am. Its a beautiful place this hazy world of mine. In my world now nothing matters, not my family, not my friends, not my job, nothing but enjoying the here and now and drowning in the haziness. You’re a gambler Seth, you ever gambled with drugs? I mean one such as you who gambles with money, life and love, would surely have gambled with your very health and soul? You see drugs are a gamble as well, you gamble you don't get hooked and most people who take that gamble lose. So gambling man. Who do you think has more to lose in our gambles your or I? I’ve gambled higher stakes than you could ever imagine.

People who don't do drugs usually speculate as to why people do drugs and why they get hooked. And its very fucking simple. We do drugs to make us whole, to complete us. There is a part of me that is missing, and I use heroin to fill that void. And as much as I do I can never seem to make myself whole. Family, a good woman, a career, none of it seems to make me whole. But for a few hours everyday I do feel whole, I feel complete and that's the only time I feel totally happy. I know its sad, I don't pretend to say its a good thing, but its how it is. Do you feel whole Seth? Are you happy? From what I see you are happy either, got troubles with your wife, got yourself in some trouble, you and I are not that much different, I sought my escape at the end of a needle, how will you find your escape? You see Seth, some people find happiness at the bottom of a bottle, some with pills or with weed or coke some find happiness in food, everyone is unhappy and they find happiness in one form or another, I just happen to find mine at the end of a steel needle. Is gambling your monkey on your back?

Let me break it down for you Seth, the world is made of black and white. That's it, its simple things are either white or black. there is no gray cause gray is just a shade of black. You see you can put any color (any feeling) in with black and that color eventually becomes black, black is so strong that it eats up other colors. On the other end, you put white with other colors and white is so weak it gets overcome by the stronger colors. You see Seth in this life people are either blacks or whites, I sadly am a fucking white. I am weak and I know it, it is my weakness that will do me in one day. Did that make sense Seth? I wonder if anyone reading came close to understanding what I tried to convey today?

Ah fuck it, im tired at the end of my haziness I usually nod off, take a nap, when I wake I’ll be good as new, at least till the next feeding comes. Life is a bitch Seth, it really sucks ass, I wonder what led us to each other? And I think back to something’s you said, and I don't hate you, but I will make you value your pathetic life and make you grateful for what you have, cause you have more than I ever will. When I wake up I will go to my part time job at 7-11. I will try to make ends meat, I will come home to my empty 1 bedroom apartment and I will start my ritual of white all over again. This has been my ritual of white, my ritual of life and one day my ritual of death. And I hope you for one second, you took a glimpse of my world and that I made you grateful for your own shit existence.

Goodbye Seth, and I’ll see you on Slaughter. It is yet another ritual in which we both must accept, the ritual of wrestling, losing, winning, fighting.

End