They Called Me A Sinner

Intro to an Acid Fucked Life

The swanky music reached my ears and created colors in my mind. Rain was falling out of my ears and seeping into my mouth, my own circle of life. I giggled to myself as I walked along my swirly rainbow sky watching the little cat clouds dance and chase gumdrops. Suddenly my musical tone changed and became more of a trance. My cat clouds and rainbow sky disappeared and faded into metallic black ink that incased my body. It felt tingly and nice as it slid over my face so I welcomed it. Everything turned to a deep inky black that I could neither see or hear in. Suddenly a yellow brick road appeared with a broken iron sign where I stood that read, Welcome To Your Perfect Road to NoWhere. I took at heavy step in my iron toe combat boots and started my fucked up journey.

FEW HOURS LATER, UNKNOWN PLACE:
My head was a banging drum without a rhythm. Boom boom boom. My eyelids were heavy like the Dumbbells men brainlessly lift to feed their immodesty. My soul was empty. I reached into my old oversized black and blue flannel jacket to warm my hands only to be surprised by a small unburned joint that decided to grace me with its appearance. Holding it in my hand I cross the street to a man who is lighting his cigarette with a match.

"S'cuse me sir can I borrow a match?" I ask politely holding up my joint between my index finger and thumb.

"Sure. Don't burn yourself." he handed me a small red and white matchbook from his inside suit pocket with a grimace.

"Thanks." I quickly light a match and set my joints end ablaze slowly inhaling as I did so.

"Here you go sir. Have a nice day." I spoke over my shoulders after tossing him the match book. I started to walk back across the street towards the bus stop silently wishing that I have enough money to take me home.

As the bus arrived I began to dig in my pockets. I found a wallet in my tight bleached skinnies back pocket that belonged to a Mr. Edward Coulsten with 50 bucks inside. Also $5 worth the quarters in my left boot. How the bloody hell did I get this wallet? Oh well. My bus is here and I can pay for it, that's all that matters now.

FIVE MINUETS LATER, HOME:
I pulled out my small silver key from a secret pocket I sewed into the inside of my boots to keep my things safe during my Acid trips. After crushing my now spent joint on the pavement in front of my doorstep I cautiously open the door to my one bedroom house. Not seeing any signs of life besides me I start down the hall towards my single room. I unlock the painted red door and step inside the all black room. My room is small and messy, rarely ever clean, always cold. It holds a large queen sized bed with a white wooden frame, a purple metal and leather dresser with golden designs, a large mirror that sits precariously on the door to my closet, and a small white bedside table that's smashed between the bed and the wall. The walls of course are black and covered with posters with lost band members faces plastered onto them. Like clockwork I touched the poster with Kurt Cobain's face on it as I walked to my bathroom door. I turned on the hot water and started to take off my clothes. Once I saw steam rising from the water I stepped in and closed the clear shower curtain behind me.

I stepped out of the shower clean and refreshed and stared into the cracked fogged mirror gazing at my distorted face. My stringy bleached white hair fell in over my shoulders, parted down the middle, falling with choppy ends at end of shoulder blades. I started into my round deep set dark brown eyes and observed my dilated pupils. Moving down my narrow face, poking at protruding cheek bones and running my finger across my thin red lips. I walked out and tossed my threadbare towel on the bathroom door knob. I look inside my small closet and begin picking out clothes to go see him. I finalize on ripped dark blue fishnets and a tight high waisted metallic glitter skirt with a flimsy black muscle tee crop top that has a white skull painted on it. I pull my favorite spiked leather jacket out and throw it into my bed next to me shoes for the night, 6 inch heeled black leather ankle boots with zippers running over the front and back. Slipping on most of my outfit I walk back into my bathroom to do my make up which I simplified to a heavy black cat eye with dark blue under eyeliner, mascara, silver eyeshadow, and red lipstick. My hair at this point has dried to its usual stringy state therefore I don't do anything with it. I walk back into my room and put my thin leather choker with a crescent moon pendent on and my crystal necklace on along with my feathered black earrings. Looking in the mirror I smile to myself, looking over my appearance satisfied with how I look. I look behind me a my simple wall clock hanging above my bed to see that it's 3:30 pm I have an hour before I have to go see him. Grabbing my key and locking my bedroom door I walk out of the house closing the front door behind me and locking it. While walking down the street I pull out a cigarette and light it blowing out poisoned smoke into the air. It's gonna be a good night.