He's a kaleidoscope of drugs beside me. The toxins swim in his bloodstream, throw a party in his pupils. He stares out the window, the person I know fleeting in and out of his eyes.
I'm a prisoner of mental Alcatraz. Memories plague me, threaten to drown me and strangle me.
He doesn't notice. The cannabinoids and THC mask his vision and slow everything to the point where he's fighting to focus on the road in front of us.
I fight to come up for air and fall below the surface. Not a single word, just red eyes and hollow pupils.
I keep driving.
