MonT Balls
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 10, 2003
- Messages
- 17
A new morning arises, along with the mourning that follows. I am drenched in sweat like a hard to follow gatorade commercial that you would normally change the channel on but your eyes are half open, pupils non-existent and that funny feeling in your tummy so fuck reaching for that controller as you are blissfully paralyzed full of warmth.
I peer into my emergency bottle of my only *happiness* known to date... a feeling no one can give me, not my girlfriend, not my friends, not myself. I peer only three Oxy 80's left I quickly dump onto my desk near this very laptop I recite this tale. I am quick to peel off the green coating and even quicker to crush the fuckers into one of the sweetest sights in the world.
Three wonderful lines that I stop a second and admire their beauty... as if I was standing at a baseball game with my hand over my heart as they belt off some lines from the national anthem.. Fuck that bullshit, no junkie can wait longer than 10 minutes after preparing their fix... so I am down inhaling all 3 lines in a zig zag motion without removing the bill from the desk.
I proceed to pull on my hooded sweatshirt and throw on my brand new jacket as I prepare to venture out into the cold. I would usually care less about a st00pid jacket, but I mean with that delectable drip in the back of my throat... why the fuck not eh ??
I casually stroll by the usual campus sluts that I would normally be trying to catch a wally or at least a rim job on such a nice day but lady H and my friend "OsCar" have taken care of my sex drive that I don't need to fret over some chickie. Besides I got my girlfriend to take care of that... as a matter of fact she pops into my head for a second as I hop into my car... feeling the warmth like no other. However the monkey on my back wasn't too satisfied with only 240 mg, so the rest of the day wasn't going to be filled with so much.............
Happiness ????
I peer into my emergency bottle of my only *happiness* known to date... a feeling no one can give me, not my girlfriend, not my friends, not myself. I peer only three Oxy 80's left I quickly dump onto my desk near this very laptop I recite this tale. I am quick to peel off the green coating and even quicker to crush the fuckers into one of the sweetest sights in the world.
Three wonderful lines that I stop a second and admire their beauty... as if I was standing at a baseball game with my hand over my heart as they belt off some lines from the national anthem.. Fuck that bullshit, no junkie can wait longer than 10 minutes after preparing their fix... so I am down inhaling all 3 lines in a zig zag motion without removing the bill from the desk.
I proceed to pull on my hooded sweatshirt and throw on my brand new jacket as I prepare to venture out into the cold. I would usually care less about a st00pid jacket, but I mean with that delectable drip in the back of my throat... why the fuck not eh ??
I casually stroll by the usual campus sluts that I would normally be trying to catch a wally or at least a rim job on such a nice day but lady H and my friend "OsCar" have taken care of my sex drive that I don't need to fret over some chickie. Besides I got my girlfriend to take care of that... as a matter of fact she pops into my head for a second as I hop into my car... feeling the warmth like no other. However the monkey on my back wasn't too satisfied with only 240 mg, so the rest of the day wasn't going to be filled with so much.............
Happiness ????
it was very in depth and emotional