Here I am…awake 2 hours before I need to be…because of FUCKING DRUG DREAMS! You know the ones…you’re hanging out…maybe in your childhood bedroom or some weird shit cause it’s a dream. You know you got a fat bag of meth In your pocket, but everyone else in the room keeps bothering you to do shit “hey, Ricky! I need to go to the bathroom..hey Ricky, I need a snack! Hey Ricky, where’s your cat? I love that little guy!” …you run around trying to please everyone, but eventually you snap…”alright that’s it! Everyone get out!…”

“But its 330 in the morning Ricky…”

“I don’t fucking care, leave!!!!”

Everyone walks out with their heads sunk low…even your cat… finally, alone! You reach into your pocket and find the baggie, hold it up to the light…okay not as fat as you thought it was, but there’s enough there for a nice good hit…you pour it out into the cooker, mix it up, things are moving along now…if you’re really lucky you make it to the actual sticking of the needle…you pull back on the plunger, a flash of red appears in the barrel aaaaaaaaaaaaand…….

You wake up….pissed off….or at least I did…I look up at the clock to see if I got time to go back to sleep…..nope…its 330 in the morning.