A glimpse in the mirror.

[MonT Balls]

I raise my weary head from off the drool stained pillow and proceed to look into the mirror. The glimpse in the mirror reveals sunken eyes with a blue-ish dark tint underneath and a face full of fur. I clutch my stomach as I run from my dorm room to the central bathroom as everyone else is still dreaming of sugar plumbs and all that shit.

I make it to the toilet just in time as I throw up whatever's left in my stomach from last night. Sweating, goosebumps forming on top of already formed goosebumps, and a quick non-solid shit flip flops into the toilet. I take another look into the mirror and notice sweat beads down my face, tiny globs of spit in my beard, and blood shot eyes, beat as fuck. A face only a mother could love.

I run back to the dorm room and instead of jonesin' today, I reach into my Timberland boot and snatch out my last bundle. Couple bags onto the desk, snort.... snooooooort.... knees buckle as the greatest relief in the world fills my entire body.

I take one last look into the mirror..... A very sexy, confident, ecstatic young man who is ready to take on the world. Eyes no longer red, pupils look like state capitols on a road map, and a grin that could not be anymore cheesier.

This is what I want the mirror to look like everytime I gaze into it... as the vicious cycle continues......


The End..... ???


I wish.

 

[neverwas]

This is what I want the mirror to look like everytime I gaze into it... as the vicious cycle continues......

this is somewhat different to what i normally read, bit still good. the description of your encounter of the affects was very detailed and comparing it to a vicious cycle one goes through make sit easy to understand...

cycles can be broken...it just takes time.

 

[blahblahblah]

Keep writting I love tales of dope candy, smack me up...

Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hydromorphone, defenitly holds merit to the fact of the abrubt swiches in personality commonly occuring in dope lovers. huh>...?