Messaging an old friend on Facebook…
vivid memories of what we did in the past…
waiting patiently as those three little circles came and passed
"Take a look at what I have for you" … With a picture attached…
… him holding a test kit bag as MDA percolates in the liquid…
Reminiscent of a still frame painting of purple rain in the distance.
3 am, Saturday morning, been up all night…
… since Friday, at 7 in the evening… Alright…
Slept a solid nine after rolling for 18,
Thought I might maybe take some time for recovery,
but my guy keeps on buggin me… Ah, fuckin Jesus Christ…
He's lucky I got money now… just paid… and caught up on bills.
Laid off for a month too, might as well cop a bottle of pills.
I can wait a week, just sit on em until then... Yea, right…
I thought I already had swallowed my fill… Then...
Once I had it in hand it was over… game, set, match.
I could feel my pupils prematurely open wider, how great is that?
Just an addict acting like he has it handled, never taking a chance.
Translucent capsules rattle as I hold them to the table lamp,
capturing the light, scattering waves off the crystals inside.
I hear a twinkle in my eye...
Should I pop another one, or sniff a little line?
Isn't much difference aside from the pain involved. More now or less later for longer... Ain't nothin to gain at all.
Either way, I'll feel my best while I'm on it and raving balls.
The night has barely started, and I don't care if my next day is gone.
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