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6:00p.m.
Thank god, I’m finally done with work.
Call my house real quick. “Hey dad? Yeah, its me. Listen, I have to make a quick delivery so I’m gonna be a little late, alright?” My father mumbles what I perceive is an “alright” and I hang up.
Call Dan P. “Yo, sup bro. Listen where are you so I can pick up?” He’s at the deli, 15 minutes away.
Yes, I cant wait. This will only be my second time. I wonder what I’m gonna see this time? Maybe “god” will talk to me again. Maybe Ill pour a gallon of milk over my head in order to save my friend from being eaten by the sofa. Maybe…
Sixty fuckin dollars. Now I remember why I don’t do this shit all the time. Oh well, better zip this shit up. Now I just better not get pulled over. Some people are paranoid when their on drugs.
6:45 p.m.
They already ate without me. “You didn’t say how long you were going to be” my mother says in her don’t blame me I’m innocent voice. Whatever, not like I was hungry to begin with. I haven’t eaten all day. Just didn’t feel like it. I just retreat to my sanctuary, the one place where I can relax, where no one can judge me.
7:00p.m
No one’s online. Not like I have that many friends on my list anyway. Everyone else has at least thirty people. Me, I have four. Wait, no three, the last one is my other sn.
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D: What’s up bro?
Me: Nothin really, just got off work, what about you?
D: Just chillin, gonna meet up with some people in a bit.
Me: Really, what are you gonna do?
D: Nothin big.
Me: That’s cool.
D: yeah.
……(silence)………………………..
-------------Dystrucktion114 has signed off-------------
Not like I would have gone if he had asked.
7:15p.m
Well, I guess I better get to it.
Pull out the bag from my pocket and unwrap it carefully so it’s contents don’t fall out.
It doesn’t look like an eighth, then again, I’m not one to proclaim math superiority…
-------Math Class one week prior------------
Steinberg: Ok, lets do this problem step by step. First step, find the square root of one hundred. John, what’s the square root of a hundred?
Me: 17
Steinberg just sighs, looks down and shakes his head
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Go to the bathroom and get a glass of water. I take out three mushroom cap and stems and begin to chew on them. God, this tastes like retarded ass. Can’t swallow, have to keep chewin and use my front teeth to strain the juices.…..
Ok, now just wash it down with some water and repeat…..
8:00p.m
Just sittin around watching The O'Reilly Factor waiting for it to kick in, if it ever does.
Why am I watching this? Oh yeah, because I’m a fucking loser, how could I let that one get by me. I wonder what everyone else is doing right now. Probably with their friends or their dates having a good time, being social. Why cant I be like that? Why cant I have fun?
Wonder what else is on.
9:00pm
Basement door opens
Dad: Don’t go to sleep to late.
Me: Alright, night.
Basement door closes
I think its starting to kick in. I cant seem to sit down for some reason, not because I’m energetic, but because I have like a million thoughts movin through my head. I think I should lie down. No, not on the bed, on the laundry.
I go to the laundry room in the back, not turning the lights on I maneuver myself to where the sheets that need to be washed and rest my self next to them. The floor is cold.
Damn this feels nice. Dark, cold, good. The ceiling looks weird, there are swirls all over it. Different color swirls, red, green, orange, yellow. Its hypnotizing.
This is gonna be fun…….
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