He sat in the room and told himself, just one more time, just one more time. He had to score - but where? He had done everything posdible to get what he wanted, to get what he needed. He stole. He sold his body. He lied. But he thought to himself, thank God he never hurt anyone to get what he needed. But he needed it, he needed it so bad. He went down to the alley and gave Jack his last twenty. He thought wow Jack was always there, right where he needed him to be. It was raining, it was raing so dam hard. He was soaked. He ran into the doorway He ran into the doorway of an old abandoned building. There he sat on the cold wet floor looking for one good vein, just one good vein, that\'s all I need. He was shaking. He was cold. He was hot. He couldn\'t figure out what he was feeling. Yes, he found it. He stuck the needle in and smiled. He promised - just one one time, just one more time. It was three in the morning when they found him. He was wet and cold and his body was limp. They took him away. There on that cold wet ground laid his jacket. No name. No address. Not even a phone number - nothing. He died in vain. He diec alone. Just one more . ONE MORE TIME....................