Waking up, my mouth dry, I glance over at my bong on my bedside table, my last buds of 2-year-old weed in a Ziploc next to it. I really want to smoke, but I’m almost out, and the bed hugs me tighter anyway. The digital alarm clock I wasted 10 bucks on reads 4:34. I try to remember when I went…
Waking up, my mouth dry, I glance over at my bong on my bedside table, my last buds of 2-year-old weed in a Ziploc next to it. I really want to smoke, but I’m almost out, and the bed hugs me tighter anyway. The digital alarm clock I wasted 10 bucks on reads 4:34. I try to remember when I went…
Day 20 My rickety little boat rocks on the waves, rhythmically but unnaturally. Oddly enough it feels like a drum beat resonating throughout my body. I can't even remember the last time I saw land, days and nights blur together into an amalgamation of colors and memories. Food is…
Day 20 My rickety little boat rocks on the waves, rhythmically but unnaturally. Oddly enough it feels like a drum beat resonating throughout my body. I can't even remember the last time I saw land, days and nights blur together into an amalgamation of colors and memories. Food is…