Monster, Monster

The high just wasn't enough anymore. In two days, I was out and I called to meet up with Crystal again. She gave me a bigger amount this time, and now had a tip. "it's better, if you smoke it." She instructed. She sold me a fiberglass pipe, showed me how. I twirled it fast, puffed hard, coughed harder. I flew higher than I thought I would ever be able to. The problem was that it only lasted an hour. After that, I was stuck with chills and vomiting. So instead, she taught me to shoot it. I bought everything from her after that, my own personal supplier. Needles, coke, weed; whatever I needed to get me by. I didn't care about Jessie being mad anymore. I locked myself in my room and toked and smoked and shot up until it was hard to breathe. I laid naked on the floor and prayed to the spirits in my room who watched over me while I tripped out, offered my flesh and bones for them to eat, and screamed when I swore that I could feel them nibbling.