So, it was a chilly fall morning in the South, one year ago, it was a day to be captured. I ain't done meth in a week, and I ain't got shit to do today. Drop baby off at work in the morning just like a fucking nigger and dial those numbers I could never forget.
It's 7:30 AM, I doubt this small hick is gonna answer. Oh, but he does. "let me get a point, cause I'm a responsible user." Sure, he says. Cause he's biding his time like the devil does. Soon he'll be my best homie and IOENO it.
I swang thru the Baltimore, a huge complex not all entirely reachable via the numerous parking lots within it's massive whatever the fuck. I park and make the cool walk that I'm already beginning to memorize. It's only my 3rd time fucking with this nigga, and I'm already careening down a slippery slope. Careening, tho?
Anyway.
I head up to the third floor and there he is, sitting on a milk crate instead of the ratty couch, upon which many of the nastiest women in the vicinity have been dicked down by either the man in question or his roommate, who can often be seen lying on the floor wearing a chef's coat although he's been unemployed for the greater part of the year, as meth has totally pwned his life. He doesn't seem to notice or care that his whole life is going downhill because he is in love with the inane conversations that he initiates (and finishes) with any one who enters the apartment and staying up for 7 days at a time masturbating in a room without a door but merely a curtain.
by the time my part in his life is over he'll have picked up a felony for the manufacture and delivery of methamphetamine because one fine day he decided to become a craigslist dealer, and two weeks later he was setting up buys from that one cautious hick guy from Mesquite whose face I never saw and whose name currently escapes me.
I'm running off the rails here, for I've been smoking weed.
I give the small hick $10 and he passes me my baby sack and his pipe. I smoke the dope that's loaded and then throw my ten cents in there and smoke it, as my dealer man plays with an Autotune App rapping " all I wanna do is get fucked up and get my kids back.'
I'll never forget it. Anyway, I end up giving him $5 to load me one more bowl and by then I'm so fucking high and all I can think about is Rachel Starr. I get lost trying to find my car and ask about 3 fat black women directions for no reason and finally I jump in my car and I'm so high I just wanna turn on Pandora and listen to Lana Del Rey. Her album cover gives me a deep rush of sexuality, almost primitive it was, the way I just wanted sex so bad. I googled rachel starr vids, it took too long to load so i looked at her porno galleries on the drive home.
And then.
I jerked off ALL day until my girl got off work.
I couldn't sleep that night or the next.
I fapped so much and talked to Semiazas. I was addicted from that point forward. Take a moment.
