Rahcookiemonster
Bluelighter
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- Sep 19, 2008
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For him, there were no limits. There was no impossible.
"This is going to be impossible".
I looked over at my friend. Worried.
Re-assuring him it would be a walk in the park, in fact, even easier than normal. Head held high, backpack on and legs striding they both headed through what was in actual fact, a giant park.
I started to reflect at where I was and how I had gotten here. The day was Tuesday, and I am walking through a beautiful, green park trail which leads straight into my city and to...
Work. Oh yeah. I am walking to work. Is that such a good idea? Its hot. Really hot.
I have been up for two days. I think. Or three.
I brush it off immediately, recognizing I have done this hundreds of times before. It is fun, I think to myself. I glance over to my friend once more, wondering if his comment earlier had somehow infected my mind. Sweat drops off my body.
Its hot.
Holy shit. A giant fly flies right past my face. The biggest fly I have ever seen. It warrants me to probably say something about it, but I don't.
I admit, I am a little bit concerned about him. He seems slightly out of his character, and a little too hyper-vigilant for the workplace. He has never gone to work like this.
Must look away before he notices I am staring and thinking about him. Right.
Its just... I have done this before. Many times. I don't think he has. I just need to re-assure him. He will be okay. I turn and tell him that he has to imagine it is like a mission we have to complete.
"Oh yeah, cool" he responds.
Plus, I have enough stimulants to keep us going for another week I think to myself.
Did that work?
I light up a cigarette before we leave the tree's and the greens and enter the buildings and greys. I can taste the hot ash in the blazing heat. Ugh. 100 degrees today. 100.
Crossing a road into the city, I glance back at the park one last time. A tree in the distances winks at me. Or at least, my static vision caused the tree to glitch. That is what happened. Weird.
Out of the park, into the city. Through the city, into the office.
The day flew by, as it always does. 9AM All the way into the afternoon. Coffee, coffee, coffee, meth, coffee. Water. Watercooler. Ice.
Some of the employees look at me funny when I re-enter after lunch with my whole face and shirt saturated in icey-cold water.
I thought the extreme heat made this completely acceptable. They must think I am weird. I don't give a fuck anyway.
I exceeded my sales target.
I giggle to myself in the elevator (Headphones in, blazing). It felt like just seconds ago I was heading up in this elevator to sell myself for 8 hours, and now I was heading back down into the real world.
Ding. (Ding, ding, ding .... ding..) The sound, echoes one too many times.
I leave the building back into the heat. My friend is waiting for me, waving. Phew, he is still alive.
My legs start give way walking down some stairs. Ugh. Its hot. Really hot. And I have to walk home. Its okay. The people in the street start to blur a little.
My friend and I begin the journey all the way back our abode and get all of 1 building down the street before stopping. I look around to see where I am, all of 15 steps away from work.
A few beers down. I sit patiently listening to my friend reveal all the details about how exciting day. "It was like an episode of 24 man!"
Drowsy. Dazey. Hazey.
In the meantime another friend had walked past the hotel. Surprised, he sat down with us for a minute. Claiming to be going and scoring some more dope for later tonight (Meth, Speed, Crank).
Great, I reply with both sarcasm and seriousness.
The sounds around me as I walk back begin to blur.
Whoooosh, whaaaash, ssssssssoooh. It sounded like as the crowds of people walked past us. I felt weird. A little weird.
"How can you possibly do this without sleeping for a couple of days, man? That day was really intense for me, y'know. I wouldn't want to do that very often".
The comment seemed to be tinged with a bit of worry. I didn't reply. How could I do that without sleeping for days? I didn't know.
Psychosis becomes natural after a while. Moons disappear faster than they arrive, and parks turn into forests.
The trees are talking to me, that's why.
That's why I needed to be alone for the rest of the walk. My friend shrugged it off, and told me he'd see me later tonight "Stay safe!"
What does that mean?
I knew the tree's weren't actually talking to me, but I felt like they were. I sat down in the park. The same park from this morning.
By now I knew that slight psychosis was going to overcome me. I had been up too long. Way too long. Sleep deprivation mixed with continual re-dosing will end up like this. I knew this though, and expected it. It was okay.
And now I could see smoke in the air around me. Every single particle of dust, grass or moisture was visible. The park was glowing with an aura. An unnatural aura of white, mixed with undertones of grey and cloudiness. The glowing forest. The hazey, glowing forest.
My vision had taken on a second or so delay, so everywhere I looked at first was blurry. And colourful. As if someone had taken the saturation setting and cranked it all the way up.
The tree was playing soft feedback from some sort of radio station to me.
Beautiful, I thought to myself. Sitting in a park in an extreme heat sweating, almost OD'ing on drugs. (Beat, beat..beat......beat,beatbeatbeat,beat....beat).
Beautiful, the onset of psychosis.
And it only got weirder as the night went on.
"This is going to be impossible".
I looked over at my friend. Worried.
Re-assuring him it would be a walk in the park, in fact, even easier than normal. Head held high, backpack on and legs striding they both headed through what was in actual fact, a giant park.
I started to reflect at where I was and how I had gotten here. The day was Tuesday, and I am walking through a beautiful, green park trail which leads straight into my city and to...
Work. Oh yeah. I am walking to work. Is that such a good idea? Its hot. Really hot.
I have been up for two days. I think. Or three.
I brush it off immediately, recognizing I have done this hundreds of times before. It is fun, I think to myself. I glance over to my friend once more, wondering if his comment earlier had somehow infected my mind. Sweat drops off my body.
Its hot.
Holy shit. A giant fly flies right past my face. The biggest fly I have ever seen. It warrants me to probably say something about it, but I don't.
I admit, I am a little bit concerned about him. He seems slightly out of his character, and a little too hyper-vigilant for the workplace. He has never gone to work like this.
Must look away before he notices I am staring and thinking about him. Right.
Its just... I have done this before. Many times. I don't think he has. I just need to re-assure him. He will be okay. I turn and tell him that he has to imagine it is like a mission we have to complete.
"Oh yeah, cool" he responds.
Plus, I have enough stimulants to keep us going for another week I think to myself.
Did that work?
I light up a cigarette before we leave the tree's and the greens and enter the buildings and greys. I can taste the hot ash in the blazing heat. Ugh. 100 degrees today. 100.
Crossing a road into the city, I glance back at the park one last time. A tree in the distances winks at me. Or at least, my static vision caused the tree to glitch. That is what happened. Weird.
Out of the park, into the city. Through the city, into the office.
The day flew by, as it always does. 9AM All the way into the afternoon. Coffee, coffee, coffee, meth, coffee. Water. Watercooler. Ice.
Some of the employees look at me funny when I re-enter after lunch with my whole face and shirt saturated in icey-cold water.
I thought the extreme heat made this completely acceptable. They must think I am weird. I don't give a fuck anyway.
I exceeded my sales target.
I giggle to myself in the elevator (Headphones in, blazing). It felt like just seconds ago I was heading up in this elevator to sell myself for 8 hours, and now I was heading back down into the real world.
Ding. (Ding, ding, ding .... ding..) The sound, echoes one too many times.
I leave the building back into the heat. My friend is waiting for me, waving. Phew, he is still alive.
My legs start give way walking down some stairs. Ugh. Its hot. Really hot. And I have to walk home. Its okay. The people in the street start to blur a little.
My friend and I begin the journey all the way back our abode and get all of 1 building down the street before stopping. I look around to see where I am, all of 15 steps away from work.
A few beers down. I sit patiently listening to my friend reveal all the details about how exciting day. "It was like an episode of 24 man!"
Drowsy. Dazey. Hazey.
In the meantime another friend had walked past the hotel. Surprised, he sat down with us for a minute. Claiming to be going and scoring some more dope for later tonight (Meth, Speed, Crank).
Great, I reply with both sarcasm and seriousness.
The sounds around me as I walk back begin to blur.
Whoooosh, whaaaash, ssssssssoooh. It sounded like as the crowds of people walked past us. I felt weird. A little weird.
"How can you possibly do this without sleeping for a couple of days, man? That day was really intense for me, y'know. I wouldn't want to do that very often".
The comment seemed to be tinged with a bit of worry. I didn't reply. How could I do that without sleeping for days? I didn't know.
Psychosis becomes natural after a while. Moons disappear faster than they arrive, and parks turn into forests.
The trees are talking to me, that's why.
That's why I needed to be alone for the rest of the walk. My friend shrugged it off, and told me he'd see me later tonight "Stay safe!"
What does that mean?
I knew the tree's weren't actually talking to me, but I felt like they were. I sat down in the park. The same park from this morning.
By now I knew that slight psychosis was going to overcome me. I had been up too long. Way too long. Sleep deprivation mixed with continual re-dosing will end up like this. I knew this though, and expected it. It was okay.
And now I could see smoke in the air around me. Every single particle of dust, grass or moisture was visible. The park was glowing with an aura. An unnatural aura of white, mixed with undertones of grey and cloudiness. The glowing forest. The hazey, glowing forest.
My vision had taken on a second or so delay, so everywhere I looked at first was blurry. And colourful. As if someone had taken the saturation setting and cranked it all the way up.
The tree was playing soft feedback from some sort of radio station to me.
Beautiful, I thought to myself. Sitting in a park in an extreme heat sweating, almost OD'ing on drugs. (Beat, beat..beat......beat,beatbeatbeat,beat....beat).
Beautiful, the onset of psychosis.
And it only got weirder as the night went on.
