May 11th 2019
My Seven pm alarm goes off waking me up from a well needed six hour nap, I didn't expect Friday night's party to last well into Saturday but that's just what happens when you take enough modafinil and cocaine to keep an entire army awake.
My head hurts as I sit upwards on top of my bed that I didn't exactly make it into this morning, I'm still dressed in my clothes from last night and reek of booze. I ignore the smell, stopping my alarm, picking up my pack of smokes. Shuffling on bed till I'm at my windowsill where my ashtray and lighters reside, along with a few empty bottles of various spirits.
I should probably clean. That's a job for another day when my head hurts less and I don't have somewhere I want to be in three hours.
Three cigarettes later I finally feel ready to leave my bed. I slide off the bed, stretching all my joints before letting my feet hit the carpet that I keep by my bed to avoid dealing with the shock of putting my feet down on the cold hardwood floor first thing in the morning... or afternoon.
Rolling my neck as I walk towards my dressing table I open my small blue metal tin I keep hidden in my underwear drawer. There's one more thing I need to fully wake myself up for tonight.
I have the white powder lined on the lid of the tin in under a minute, This process was one I perfected months ago. There's a slight tingle in my nose after snorting the fine powder and I feel my mouth go numb moments later.
After placing the tin safely back in it's hiding place I make my way into my bathroom, flicking on the light and leaning my elbows on the counter waiting for the drug to take effect.
Two minutes go by and the rush that I love so much hits me. It feels as if a cool streaming of water is running through my veins and I can't get enough of it. I lean my head back and exhale. Nothing will ever feel as good as this. Nothing.
Using my high to my advantage I change out of last nights clothes, discarding them on the marble bathroom floor. Hopping into the shower and turning it on. The freezing water catches me off guard but it turns to scalding hot soon enough.
A moan leaves my mouth at the feeling of the hot water splashing against my skin but I quickly get to giving myself a quick clean. Just as quickly as my shower started it's over I step out wrapping my body in a towel that's way too small but will do the trick till I eventually send my dirty towels to the dry cleaners.
Once I've brushed my teeth and splashed some ice cold water on my face I'm back in my room. It can't have been longer than fifteen minutes but I can already feel myself coming down from my high. But that's an easy fix.
Still in my towel I go back into my underwear drawer, this time taking out the pink metal tin covered in red hearts. Sitting down on my bed I cross my legs and take out the contents laying out what I need in front of me. I have a freshly rolled joint in my hands ready to smoke in a matter of moments.
I set it down on top of the tin reaching across my bed to grab my phone, there's a few messages. Nothing too interesting just people who were at the party yesterday and got given my number by others. One thing sticks out though, the message from Kyle.
Kyle: U still comin tonight? Got my hands on some strong shit thats gonna get us FUCKED. Both in the high way and the other way if you're down
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