Punk didn't particularly want to go, but he knew it would never get done if he didn't. He had to do this, it was the least he could do for someone who had put up with all of his bullshit last night. "I'll be back, I promise." He said to Trick, then turned and walked out the door. He would need to gather up a bit of money. Since it was daylight, that meant he'd be selling his drugs in some back alley or a bar. Great. No more high for Punk for a while. Regardless, Punk made his way over to his apartment.
He got there and found his stash of drugs and shoved the packet of pills and the baggie of some smokeable substance in his pocket. This should bring in enough for the stuff he needed. The aloe vera and bandages were at the top of his list. Anything else he saw would have to wait, even if it was food. He had eaten last night, but he was still starving. One meal after so long of not eating wouldn't just solve all your problems. It took a lot more than that. He would just have to either wait, or die in the process of waiting.
Punk stepped out of his apartment and onto the streets, searching a shady area where he could sell his drugs. Really, he just wanted to take all of it right now so no one could take it from him. But he needed the money. He'd get more drugs from Angel at some other point, even though he knew that he would charge him some insane amount of money that he knew he didn't have and it would make his debt grow. It didn't matter to him anymore. He just wanted to escape from it all, all of the pain. He couldn't get past all of the insults in his mind, all of the violations and insecurities that came with his job.
Eventually, Punk found himself a buyer and got a small amount of cash into his filthy pants. He doubted he could get anything more than a tube of aloe vera with it though. When he got into the store, he found out that he was right. The economy really was bad. Even these small things were expensive as fuck. Hopefully this will stave her off for now. Punk thought to himself as he checked out. He was surprised no one had thrown him out for not having a shirt. Maybe it was because of the bandage. Or maybe it was because no one really cared around here. Punk made his way out of the store before anyone could protest though. He needed to get back to Trick's house. He was starting to get anxious about leaving her alone. The thought made his steps quicken as he walked down the street.