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Love Drug

9. Love Drug

“Try this,” he said in a raspy tone, “just once.”

I gulped, looking at the smoking rolled paper, looking at the lighted candle, looking at the small packs of crystal meth on the table top. My heart beats like a drum. Rapupum pum! Rapupum pum! I was in hell together with human bodies possessed by demons. Chip and the others were high and I was low. They brought me here. Yes, thinking we’ll attend a party. This is not a party---this is a hell’s party, I thought.

“I can’t,” I croaked, as I sat on a rattan chair.

We formed in circles, like a fraternity group or something like playing poker. We circled the table: Chip, me (Megan), Andre, Bob, Larry and Nick.

“Yes you can,” Nick said, wiping his nose that went red, “yes you can, yes you can, yes---“

“SHUT UP!” I exclaimed, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Nick.”

“Just once, babe,” Chip said, and I took the smoking stick, the Fart of Lucifer.

“It’s just like a cigarette.”

My hand trembled. Would I become an addict if I take this? What will happen? Then I took it, sucking the smoke, The Fart of Lucifer. I cough from the unexplainable taste of the demon’s fart. My eyes went teary, and I continue to cough. They all laughed at me and Chip laughed the most and the loudest of them all. He tapped my back.

“Fuck you,” I sneered, “fuck you.”

“Take another,” Chip said and grabs my wrist, pushing my hand towards my mouth to take another fart.

And I took it; yes I took another fart butting the rolled paper between my dried lips that needs lip gloss.

“Shit,” I said and cough a bit, and then I laughed.

“Wooooooo! Oh yes that’s my babe!”

All of them howl like wolves. I laughed and took another Fart of Lucifer. It was good, no, not good but great. Freaking great. Yes it was excellent, I felt relieved, confident and lighter than a feather. My body was relaxed, my senses went great! I heard even the softest sound; I smelled every one of them. We smelled great, not hell but heaven. We’re in heaven.

“MEGAN! MEGAN! MEGAN! The guys chanted my name like I’m in a basketball competition

“WOW!” I exclaimed in extreme joy and pleasure.

Chip stood and took me out, and then we went out to someone’s room. It was a dirty room full of clutters and empty bottles of Budweiser. We lay on the bed and the rest was history and unbuttoning of everything that could be unbuttons.

It was a rough night; I was on the roughest moment together with Chip. I didn’t hate him instead I hated myself and the drugs and the one who made those illegal drugs. My body seemed floating as I lay on the bed together with naked Chip.

“Fuck you,” I whispered and smiled.

“Fuck you too,” he replied, and then we laugh.

It was like saying I love you and I love you too.

He stood and wore back his clothes. I wore back mine and we went out together with the other guys and their ladies that I didn’t know where they came from and where they entered, of course from the door. The wall clock informed me that it was eleven in the evening. We all went out and started to walk on the street in pairs. All were high, all of us were laughing like hyenas. We never think of curfews. We’re old= legal.

“Megan,” someone called me. It was no other than, Ed. Just Edward, just him.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Me? I’m walking, I’m with Chip,” I said, and then I looked at Chip, “Isn’t it fucking obvious?”

“I mean, this is not the right time to have fun.”

“Is there a right time? Look, you should go home and sleep with your dog. I’m having fun with Chip, so please step back.”

“No, I wont.”

“Dude,” Chip started, “if you don’t want to go home then go with us. But remember, don’t be a party pooper or I’ll break your arm.”

I smiled.

Ed nodded and started to follow us. Me, myself doesn’t know where we’re going. He was still following us, hands on his pocket. The night was chilly, and the cold made me shivered as the wind blew.

We stopped before the night bar with neon lights on the door.

Yesterday, before Chip called me, I saw Kippy talking to herself. She was like mumbling words, like memorizing the periodic table of elements: Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium, Boron, and Carbon…

Carbon is for carbonara my favorite pasta with white sauce, mushroom, sausages, shrimp, and chopped fried bacon at the top of the pasta after grated cheese. She told me that she was practicing her oration, and then I remembered my alibis several years ago.

10 Findings at that night:

1. I was fucked

2. I took drugs

3. I am beautiful liar

4. Ed was annoying

5. Chip was cheap

6. I’m a loser

7. Lucifer’s fart is terribly good

8. Kippy can see ghost

9. I’m not alone

1o. I didn’t know what will happen next