25 Hours

6:15
Tomorrow

Where does all this time keep going? Checked my pockets. Found a watch. What could that mean?
Cigarettes are a precious commodity. Not anymore. Hah. Ive reverted to the old shag baccy and skins.
Tripped on something. Physically that is. Damn, some kid's OD-ed or passed out or something in my room, while i was busy chasing the Light Fantastick. Damn.
Get him outta here. Take cash from wallet. Need it to clean up. Hmm, Shirosagi Corpse Cleaning service would be useful right now. Tempting. Unfortunately, phone link between fact and fiction hasn't been set up. Lets break the fourth fucking wall. You, hey you! Get somebody to clean this place up. Doesnt it hurt your aesthetic sensibilities!
Look at him. Looks like me. Hot damn! Astral projection .... no, Ketamine overdose .... no. Did I just off myself??
Great, looks like I did. Im dead.
Hmm
Damn, my stash!

6:15
Today

Spread-eagled on my bed. I should be thirsty. But strangely am not. Phone rings.
I headbang to the tune. Message arrived. Exam in 30 minutes. Hmm. One complication, left eye seems to be glued shut.
Interesting.
What happens when you shoot up through your eye?
What did I do to my eye?
Maybe its sleepy.
Speed?
Zip. Snort. Gasp.

5:45
Today

Back in my room. Just checked the watch. Not sure how I got back here.
No theft too. All my stuff and the stash is here. Whew.
AS long as the merchandise is safe, everything is cool.
And I've also got something to dip into, for times like these.
Zip. Pop. Ahh!

5:15
Today

Its bleeding 5:15 in the morning. In a speeding auto. Headed straight for the college gate.
We just megabumped over a speedbreaker. Reckless.
Driver turns on the radio for some reason. The clangy bhajan creates a "psychedelic India" environment.
In my head. At least.
Another bump. This specimen of genus Drivus seems to be quite the adrenaline junkie. Or high on something. Probably both.
It piques my curiosity, purely out of professional interest.
Im not all that sober.  Beer and quite a few doobies. Half expecting Drivus inebrius to turn back and give a maniacal stare.
I can see him. With his red eyes big and bulgin. Gigantic eyebrows too. I had seen his real face and could see through his flimsy human disguise.

Don't want to die. not in an accident. Not in an accident caused by Satan and his chauffeurs sodomy baby. Not when I have with me my entire cache of red eyed dreams, trips and visions.
At least I wont die sober.

Another major swerve. Around nothing. He is seeing things.
He has red demon eyes. Maybe he can see things I cant. Hellephants?
Is he trying to save me.

Not possible. Drivus inebrius is well known for its lack of altruism.

Reality hits hard. Its like sleuce gates somewhere in my mind have opened up.
Not good. Shit. Cant take more of it. Vile stuff.
Dig my hand into the stash bag. Its a lucky dip. I pop whatever i find into my mouth.
Toke. Exhale. Another toke. This J isn't doing anyone any harm.
Its all good.

Or not. The road doesn't seem to reach its destination. Hmm. Something wrong with that statement. Hmm, found a logical error. Or an illogical accuracy.
The road seems wobbly. More than usual.


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This is a piece if fiction. It took me 4days to get in a state where i could concentrate enough to type it out. It could've laid for eternity at the back of my Ayverything notebook.

Now Listening : Hym (JK Broadrick Remix) by Isis.
Now Reading : Acid House by Irvine Welsh.
Now Feeling : The need for a cigarette.