It's 4:15 AM. 5 minutes 'til 4:20. and it's at this point that my addiction verges on mania. I know that this whole CITY is getting high (well, maybe not in the AM, but fairly constantly) and I feel so left out. But I'm too damn crazy and insecure to meet people so I can't get even a little bit to smoke. I've been smoking "spice" synthetic shit and it's probably literally killing me. I cough up black slime. I almost just want to wear a sign that says "PLEASE GET ME HIGH" but I suspect the cops might frown on that.
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