The Ethers : Enchanted Bites

Daniel

"Guys, this party is so dooope!" I was beligerent, to say the least. It was a nice feeling to let loose after all those gritty months, couch surfing and lugging my crap around like a homeless dude scraping by on nothing but morsels of handouts from the hosts of the places I crashed at. Small towns sucked for work. You would think I would make it big since technology is all the rage these days, but apparently living in the boonies does not warrant a career as a successful graphic designer. After nearly two years of graduatiing from the Linden College of Technology, I thought i would make it. I had some gigs online here and there, just enough to sustain me. When I finally got tired of chasing my own tail, I immersed into a good time with booze and the ladies at Franco's. My dude never disappointed. 

"Yo Danny get over here and stop screaming like an asshole. I got some real good shit. Smoke this. It'll cool your jets from all the white fairy," His big hands pinch what seemed like the ballerina of joints. I stared at him, eyebrows raised unimpressed. 

"Really. No thanks. Looks like tylenol at best in weed form." Franco howled and nearly convulsed from laughter.

"Fine, you want more blow. Here" He tossed the tiny plastic ziploc bag as if it were a tennis ball. I scowled at him, as I failed to catch it in time. The last thing I needed was more fairy dust up my nostrils. But the temptation lay there, taunting me. Fuck it. I picked it up and pocketed it. 

"Ha! Everyone's got a poison. Now go, let the lady numb your sorrows away. " I was convinced Franco was part of the mafia or something. He was fairly large, rather husky. His obnoxious Italian voice carried for miles and when the man felt like unloading, the whole town of Linden would know.