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Bluelighter
I arrive to Katie-May's house around 7:30pm on a perfect summer evening, I have no cares in the world, as I walk up the stone pathway and knock. Katie comes bursting to the door, half dressed and half wet. She musta just jumped out of the shower, hoping to god she doesn't want to fuck at the moment because I don't feel like it. I mumble my usual conversation, how was your day, blahblahblah, being sure to ask for a glass of ice.
I tell her to get ready, I'll be out back working on my glass of Dewars and watching the pre-evening lightning bugs flicker in the grass. The bite and refreshing swallow of each gulp of Dewars warms my insides. I go back inside and notice my hands are shaking gently, typical anxiety bullshit. I pop 2 1mg Ativan tablets under my tounge and let them dissolve, washing down the cardboard taste with another mouthful of Scotch as I fall back into the worn brown leather couch, I stare out the stained-glass window and lose myself in my thoughts concerning this evening.
Katie-May wakes me from my daydream and she looks perfect standing on the end of the stairs holding on to the old oak banister. Thank god she didn't get all done up, I told her we were going to a friends party (who she doesn't know, she only knew a small percentage of my friends, the mostly sober ones, ha) so she didn't have to get dressed up. She is wearing an old pair of army green cargo pants bottoms frayed from years of use, a nice pair of new balance, a plain old tight white t-shirt, and her short hair slick and mess framing her perfect face.
Ahhh excellent, I reply come here and sit on my lap and tell me if I am shaking...? Her round rump nestles perfectly in my lap and whatever body spray/perfume she has on reminds me of bananas and for a brief moment I am laying on a warm beach somewhere in the southern tropics, she starts rubbing my dick and soon she is begging to suck my dick. I try to put it off saying we could do it later and I wanted to roll a few joints, whatever she says, and starts sucking, yeah have your way with my cock. I will just sit back and sip my Scotch and pull your hair back so I can watch your pretty face bob up and down. I know that I probably wont be able to cum as I have been loaded up on drugs all day and Katie isn't smart enough to figure out those times I cant cum for hours means I am most likely on a strong opiate. I get tired of having my dick sucked and I really don't feel like having a sore dick the whole night so I call it quits after 20 minutes.
She gets up washes her face and hands and pours herself a glass of wine, popping the seal on the wine pump with a resounding POP. The glow from her lamps is a deep orange comparable to the outside sunset before it trails off to the horizon bleeding blue to black. I top off my glass and stare aimlessly out the window. Everything Ok, she asks? Yea fine just lazy, and a bit shaky. Do you want an Adderall or some Xanax or Ativan? No I am fine I just took something a bit ago. ahhh is the reply. We sit in silence and drink and she looks at me as I look out the window. I roll up a few joints and instead of driving to the party we decide to ride mountain bikes, its a short ride and its nice out, what-the-fuck. I spark a joint and we are off pedaling, swerving and swooping down the road I sip nips of scotch out of my water bottle. As we round a bend the last of the evenings sunlight shines on an isolated spot, a sucker for that kind of thing I stop and we finish the joint. I take the time to warn Katie-May about some of the people that might be at this party, you know degenerates, drug fiends, crazy characters, so don't be surprised at anything you see and please for heavens sake, please keep your opinions to yourself, talk to me about it if anybody.
At the party there are people hanging out all over the front of the walk-up and everywhere on the back porch and everywhere inbetween. All good friends and a cornucopia of drugs hidden in everyones pocket. I head right to the bar and pour myself a stiffy, forgetting I left Katie talking to some kid I ask her what she wants to drink, Vodka cranberry, alright. Boom done. I know who I want to see, and he is not here yet. People are bumping coke in the open, in which Katie asks me if I plan on doing any coke tonight, I say I don't know I haven't thought about it, she asks me to please don't. Motherfucker, I brought you here to have fun don't be dumping your insecurities on me. Just because your last b/f happen to move a bit of coke and you were caught in the cross-hairs don't go jumping on my case, I think to myself.
Joey walks into the house and we go to the washroom, I hand him $50 and he gives me 7 baggies of heroin he leaves and I lock the door behind him. I load up my syringe and use some cord from a hair-dryer to tie my arm off, none of my veins are popping out and I stab myself 3-4 times before I actually hit a vein. Ahhh heaven, the rush hitss me as I hold my head in my hands and laugh my brief stint in absolute nothingness ends quickly as there is a rasp on the door, Drew...? Are you in there? Yes, I'll be right out. I wash the blood from my arms and splash some cold water in my face careful not to look in the mirror. Not bad heroin, I think to myself. I open the door with a smile and proceed to waste the night away in the endless haze of bonghits, cold beers, pillls, a couple nostrils of cocaine gets me speeding and soon I am buying a 1/2 gram and barricading myself in one of the upstairs bathrooms. I told Katie I was running to the store with an old friend and introduced her to the company of some good friends that will keep her buzy.
Rush after rush, I feel great, my arms a bit bloodied and bruised from the repeating injections but not bad, sitting on the toilet with my heart jumping out of my chest. I shoot some more heroin get out of the bathroom, smoke a bowl, go into a spare room with Katie fuck the shit out of her and let her suck my cock again, as the morning light begins to peak out I shut the blinds tight to the world.
The end.
I tell her to get ready, I'll be out back working on my glass of Dewars and watching the pre-evening lightning bugs flicker in the grass. The bite and refreshing swallow of each gulp of Dewars warms my insides. I go back inside and notice my hands are shaking gently, typical anxiety bullshit. I pop 2 1mg Ativan tablets under my tounge and let them dissolve, washing down the cardboard taste with another mouthful of Scotch as I fall back into the worn brown leather couch, I stare out the stained-glass window and lose myself in my thoughts concerning this evening.
Katie-May wakes me from my daydream and she looks perfect standing on the end of the stairs holding on to the old oak banister. Thank god she didn't get all done up, I told her we were going to a friends party (who she doesn't know, she only knew a small percentage of my friends, the mostly sober ones, ha) so she didn't have to get dressed up. She is wearing an old pair of army green cargo pants bottoms frayed from years of use, a nice pair of new balance, a plain old tight white t-shirt, and her short hair slick and mess framing her perfect face.
Ahhh excellent, I reply come here and sit on my lap and tell me if I am shaking...? Her round rump nestles perfectly in my lap and whatever body spray/perfume she has on reminds me of bananas and for a brief moment I am laying on a warm beach somewhere in the southern tropics, she starts rubbing my dick and soon she is begging to suck my dick. I try to put it off saying we could do it later and I wanted to roll a few joints, whatever she says, and starts sucking, yeah have your way with my cock. I will just sit back and sip my Scotch and pull your hair back so I can watch your pretty face bob up and down. I know that I probably wont be able to cum as I have been loaded up on drugs all day and Katie isn't smart enough to figure out those times I cant cum for hours means I am most likely on a strong opiate. I get tired of having my dick sucked and I really don't feel like having a sore dick the whole night so I call it quits after 20 minutes.
She gets up washes her face and hands and pours herself a glass of wine, popping the seal on the wine pump with a resounding POP. The glow from her lamps is a deep orange comparable to the outside sunset before it trails off to the horizon bleeding blue to black. I top off my glass and stare aimlessly out the window. Everything Ok, she asks? Yea fine just lazy, and a bit shaky. Do you want an Adderall or some Xanax or Ativan? No I am fine I just took something a bit ago. ahhh is the reply. We sit in silence and drink and she looks at me as I look out the window. I roll up a few joints and instead of driving to the party we decide to ride mountain bikes, its a short ride and its nice out, what-the-fuck. I spark a joint and we are off pedaling, swerving and swooping down the road I sip nips of scotch out of my water bottle. As we round a bend the last of the evenings sunlight shines on an isolated spot, a sucker for that kind of thing I stop and we finish the joint. I take the time to warn Katie-May about some of the people that might be at this party, you know degenerates, drug fiends, crazy characters, so don't be surprised at anything you see and please for heavens sake, please keep your opinions to yourself, talk to me about it if anybody.
At the party there are people hanging out all over the front of the walk-up and everywhere on the back porch and everywhere inbetween. All good friends and a cornucopia of drugs hidden in everyones pocket. I head right to the bar and pour myself a stiffy, forgetting I left Katie talking to some kid I ask her what she wants to drink, Vodka cranberry, alright. Boom done. I know who I want to see, and he is not here yet. People are bumping coke in the open, in which Katie asks me if I plan on doing any coke tonight, I say I don't know I haven't thought about it, she asks me to please don't. Motherfucker, I brought you here to have fun don't be dumping your insecurities on me. Just because your last b/f happen to move a bit of coke and you were caught in the cross-hairs don't go jumping on my case, I think to myself.
Joey walks into the house and we go to the washroom, I hand him $50 and he gives me 7 baggies of heroin he leaves and I lock the door behind him. I load up my syringe and use some cord from a hair-dryer to tie my arm off, none of my veins are popping out and I stab myself 3-4 times before I actually hit a vein. Ahhh heaven, the rush hitss me as I hold my head in my hands and laugh my brief stint in absolute nothingness ends quickly as there is a rasp on the door, Drew...? Are you in there? Yes, I'll be right out. I wash the blood from my arms and splash some cold water in my face careful not to look in the mirror. Not bad heroin, I think to myself. I open the door with a smile and proceed to waste the night away in the endless haze of bonghits, cold beers, pillls, a couple nostrils of cocaine gets me speeding and soon I am buying a 1/2 gram and barricading myself in one of the upstairs bathrooms. I told Katie I was running to the store with an old friend and introduced her to the company of some good friends that will keep her buzy.
Rush after rush, I feel great, my arms a bit bloodied and bruised from the repeating injections but not bad, sitting on the toilet with my heart jumping out of my chest. I shoot some more heroin get out of the bathroom, smoke a bowl, go into a spare room with Katie fuck the shit out of her and let her suck my cock again, as the morning light begins to peak out I shut the blinds tight to the world.
The end.
