The most ironic thing was probably that Jeremy has never once thought to give the stuff a taste. Watching them run to him, waving their money in his face as they waited to receive their fix, was amusing he would definitely admit. They were like pigs waiting to be fed, sometime even climbing over each other and becoming violent. But not him. No, he supposed it was pride that refused to let himself end up like one of those animals to it even if the others said that â€˜getting highâ€™ was a wonderful feeling. He got all the enjoyment he needed out of his cigars â€“both legal and illegal- and occasional imported whiskey.  He was also getting to that age where he was realizing he has done enough harm to his body to know that drugs would not make him feel better.<br/><br/>Two days ago he had found himself in a most interesting dilemma when a young gentleman had come looking for such a fix, but had no money to pay him for it. It had gotten a little violent, and Jeremy sort ofâ€¦ umâ€¦ lost his cool and gave the young man a black eye after yelling at him to â€˜pay up or no fixâ€™. Afterwards the desperate man had told him that he would give up everything, money, his expensive watch, but in the end Jeremy had agreed to let the man work for him. Work for a week so he can get a fix for the rest of the month, it didnâ€™t sound like a bad idea. I would not say that Jeremy was a nice person, or even a good person for that matter, but he wasnâ€™t a monster entirely. He could have killed the poor soul for being so persistent, but instead came up with this alternative.<br/><br/>People would do anything to get their fix it almost disgusted him. But it was not nearly as ugly or disgusting as his boss would be if he didnâ€™t have his money by the end of the week, now that had Jeremy more worried than anything. It sent s shiver down his spine when he thought about it. This was a dangerous business, but it was survival of the fittest and he wasnâ€™t about to let some addict fuck him over and cause him to get a few teeth knocked out. Or worse, he reminded himself, remembering what happened to that idiot that tried to fool the boss, the very same idiot who was now swimming with the fishes. He had taken care of that personally.<br/><br/>The records looked good today and hopefully by the end of the week he wouldnâ€™t be swimming with the fishes himself.<br/><br/>â€œWell Iâ€™d say this has been a rather good week for me,â€ he told himself with a sly smile. â€œA few of the regulars will be back again tonight, no doubt, Iâ€™ll have to prepare some more. The boss will most certainly be pleased with my progress.â€ His smile widened as he chewed on the end of his pen. His promotion from petty street jobs to actually being in charge of something was a nice change to say the least despite it being a tad stressful.<br/><br/>Leaning back in his chair, he took a drag from his cigar and looked up at the ceiling then stood from his chair. Walking over to a bookshelf, he pulled out a book and began to flip through his clients, checking off the ones that have seen him this week. Most of them were homeless and he knew why. At least in this line of work he never had to worry about such things. He put the bock away when he was finished, looking at the clock with a yawn.  It was getting late and he should probably get some sleep, but knowing the end of the week was only two days away he knew he needed to stay up just a little while longer. As much as he had wanted this, it was also a double edged sword and each day never failed to show him this.<br/><br/>And hour passed before he decided he was too tired to stay awake any longer, and decided to call it a night and go home.