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One Day I'm Gonna Give Up the Blues for Good [MultiFormat]
eBook by Ursula Pflug
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: In this bleak future envisioned by Ursula Pflug, it's often difficult to tell the patients of the Clinic from the therapists who treat them. All are emotional wrecks, and all seem to be hooked on The Blues, a powerful legal drug. Now the death of a friend has delivered an emotional blow to one of the therapists--but will it be incentive enough to get her off the drug? A powerful, thought-provoking look at chemical and emotional dependency.
eBook Publisher: Rosetta Solutions, Inc., Published: 1994
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2001
14 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [45 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [68 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [19 KB]
, Portable Document Format (PDF) [93 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [20 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [71 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [89 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [75 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [83 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [17 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [21 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [63 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [31 KB]
Words: 6759
Reading time: 19-27 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Little Davis is dead, his body dragged out of the river this dawn. He was murdered, his light snapped out by some jalloo who couldn't let him live for not giving it all. Jalloo. It's a word means client, in our game. Benji made it up one night when she was drunk and high, and it stuck. Me and Little worked together, down in The Clinic on River Street. The Clinic. To cure what ails you. Whatever it may be. Cure the blues with The Blues, I say. Clinic is the only place you can get the stuff. Little only started working here after he got his habit. Most people, it's where we got ours. But not poor Little. He had me to fuck him up. Royally. I come in to work tonight, even though Frankie tell me to stay home. I come in to sit in this chair, soft and grey and comfortable. I come in to look out this window, out onto the street, where I keep hoping I'll see Little dance around the corner, swing into the big glass doors to start shift. But I know he won't. Because he's dead.
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