The wind was kicking dirt and uncurling hair and Trobby was down to his last match.
Wind doesn't kick or uncurl, this sounds awkward. Also, what do (heavy?) winds have to do with matches? It seems to me you are trying to set the scene of something or other and then suddenly you go into the match-business, the transition is unclear.
No matchbox vendors in sight for years, so the desperate smoker had only one more chance in drawing a drag: With fire sticks obsolete -replaced by dollar lighters and fancy pocket torches, Trobby was bummed.
Not in sight for years? Where has he been? Under a rock? Again, awkward. And it's a "chance at" not, in. Obsolete is a word usually used in dictionaries to show the use of a word, not an item, has long since passed.
Trobby was at a breaking point, an almost hysterical panic, for only two dimes rested in his grimy pocket. With his spit-sticky roach ready between two fingers, and his lost head imaging a lucky charm, the severed foot of a young rabbit or a clover, Trobby crouched low so as to pocket a wall with his back against the wind.
You mention his name too many times. Also, overuse of adjectives makes the sentence very dense and difficult to understand what exactly you are trying to get at.
The sick bastard wasn't even down from his ceiling before he struck last match. Trobby just wanted to remain in his paradise of cotton candy clouds, honey dripping rain and a borealis of bliss. He almost ignited the match early in nervous tension before taking a deep breath, placing the tightly wrapped cig up to his dry lips and scratched the match node across the rough side panel.
Are you describing Trobby from a omniscient narrator point of view or is it Trobby's thoughts you are describing? Very unlcrear here. Also, "before he struck last match" doesn't quite work either, use prepositions.
To even the amateur botanist, it was apparent that Trobby had inhaled more than just an herb – more than just a magic bud. Come on, he was visualizing, hallucinating dreamworlds. The moist weed had to have been sprinkled with another poison prior to wrapping.
What's the botanist have to do with what Trobby has been inhaling? This makes no sense.
Sitting Trobby in a dark room with only an overhead bright light, shading the angles of his skull, would not help. Trobby himself was at a lost himself. The pusher man always gave him legit stuff so why the change in the merchandise? Only his backstreet dealer knew the answer to that one. Maybe the pusher was being clever or maybe he handed Trobby to wrong baggie.
Is someone forcibly sitting Trobby down in some dark room? If not, you can't open the sentence like this.
"The pusher man" sounds like a comic book figure.
The answer was a common street move, an old trick by a hustling degenerate. This sleazy fellow had a plan for Trobby – to keep him a regular – to give me more punch for the buck so as to have him lust for harder, more expensive, dope. Greenbacks was this clowns junk. Keep 'em coming back for more of the merchandise. Keep Trobby a regular.
"Clown's junk", I assume you mean? Or are you describing a group of clowns?
The spark struck the roach hard. Trobby inhaled deeply, closed his eyes and tilted his head back before slowly exhaling a long line of smoke. He saw that he had enough for a second drag and burned it, keeping the poison in his lungs a bit longer this time.
Wait. A few sentences back you have the botanist knowing what Trobby is smoking and now he strucks the roach? Also, are you talking about a cockroach here? Or a match? I thought he was looking for matches.
After Trobby has stood, he spotted a pot of gold at the curve! The spell had not yet hit him once he neared the city trash can. He opened the lid, which was detached and slant atop of the heap of garbage, and Trobby found his gold – tin cans.
At the curve? Do you mean a corner? "Has stood" is incorrect as far as tenses go I should think. Your description of the lid is way too elaborate. "Neared the city trash can" - closing in on something? Approaching?
As he rushed to get his grocery cart the world began to spin. With a goofy grin he burst forth, grabbed the cart and headed for the tin. The cart nearly crashed into the garbage can which would of knocked over the cover and exposed his discreet aim to any passerby within earshot.
This sounds like some action sequence which I don't think it is.
Trobby delicately placed the cans, six in all, on the ground, smash them with the back of his worn sneakers, and lay them in his cart of treasure: an empty plastic bottle of purified water, two mangos (both nearly rotten), three razor blades, a dirty hand towel, a jacket and blanket given him by the army of salvation, and a small pocket knife.
Smash should be smashed.
You don't have to describe every noun with an abundance of adjectives and adverbs, it makes your writing very cluttered and dense.
