It’s 3AM and time for the third dose. The faint aroma of black cigarettes cloud over the entire room; ReligionMan and PoshGirl have been buying too much of that shit. It screws with his perception as everything in the room glows and ripples with the comedown. The smoke slithers away from the bed, the only other piece of furniture in the room and some of it still leaks from the broken steel tumblers that they were all using for the good time meeting and dose one. The breeze from outside rips into his fingers as the window swings open. There is a little too much of SO2 in the air today, but anything beats the fucking blacks.
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