CHAPTER 2

He wandered around the party. a brutal heat that excausted him.

he heard a sad song playing from some no where speakers from out side.

he wondered why the party was outside and not inside.

he heard the lyrics and thought of when he had be doing intense amounts of drugs a year before.

he has lost a person close to him .. they had to run away.

crack is evil. pure evil he hought. heroin is less evil. it just makes you a lil blip on the screen.

turns you into one of those microscopic ants that is so small compared to the hugeness of reality / universe / time / black hole comparison.

heroin was evil but crack made you a monster. crazy and spit-

never mind. brings up too many cravings and needs.

stop thinking of it.

think of something else.

ok.

fastfoward the scene.

he fast forwards his head and thinks about his old lover and then fastforwards to his realitve peace this year later. in this outdoor party. people scattered across the lawn. tired and drunk.

these people all look like lost wanderers from the desert. seeing mirages of waterfalls and cups of water etc

crawling on the dry dead summer grass and spitting colored water out.

these drunk people were just a dyhdrated he thought. as lost arabian travelers from films.

just as lost and sad.

OH GOD. he just thought of that cheesy anaology and laughed to himself.

he wandered passed a girl moanig and thought of a morning when he woke up sick and needing heroin. he was in a girls house. he had been staying with her. she was a drug addict too. she wasnt in the bed and her phone kept ringing non stop.

he heard someone moan from the bathroom and wondered if she had done too many drugs (again)

he wandered in th ebathroom sick and sore and she was furiously masterbating in her tub. she had obviously just fixed. none for him. and he had shared so much with her. typical addict. fucking cunt.

she was sparying the shower head into her pussy and screaming in pleasure.

nothing could have disgusted him more. what a fucking cunt. disgusting. how can she come at a time like this? when he was so sick?

"hey your mom is calling"

"get the fuck out of here asshole!! im busy!!"

"do you have anymore dope? im sick as fuck"

"no! get the fuck out!"

liar. he left her house and drove to his mothers house miles away.

he was sick that night. delioursly trying to sleep. eating stolen valium (his mothers) and watching a history channel documentary about the bermuda triangle.

strange and evil nightmares. which was worse the bermuda trinagle or him?

both?

had we bcome the same person?

lol