Shit.

Mark was right, I shouldn’t have had a quick fix of heroin at 8 AM in the fucking morning.

I can’t even drink my coffee as it splashes onto my shaking hand.

Fuck, it’s itchy.

I scratch the crook of my elbow, the place irritated as I remember the needle piercing my viens.

I look down at it, the scabs a week fresh.

The weather was too damn good to wear a long sleeve in and not to mention I had sold my only deodorant for another couple grams of opium.

Opium…..such a beautiful name.

Almost as beautiful as the high.

My phone buzzes repeatedly before I answer, ending the disturbance.

“Hey Colin…I heard from James that you were at some diner. Your neices are nearby and they’ve grown so much- how many years has it been? Five? Somewhere around there,” my aging mother ranted on mentioning my brother’s kids, “anywho, it’d be nice if you greet them while they’re in town.”

“Alright ma, alright. I might see them later, I have a couple errands to run. Okay?- and I want you to know that there’s no damn reason to see that communist bitches children.”

“Oh, come on. That’s not nice to say Colin. I know you’re better than this. And don’t say that about their mother. She’s strong for withstanding your brother, you should know that!”

The only reason why I didn’t hang up was because I was too damn busy wiping my hands free from the sticky maple syrup that did such a good job from drowning the pancakes.

“Look ma, I’m eating right now. Some shitty food because you won’t give me some cash ‘cause I’ll spend it on some other shit. Anyway, shut the fuck up.”

It’s getting to me. The damn drugs- it’s like a hangover but shittier. Goddamn.

The walls churn like the butter on my toast.

My eyes glance at the restroom, I stand and stagger, inching to the door.

I put my cracked phone into the pocket of my sagging pants, my grey boxers attempting to make a fashion statement.

My shoelaces drag on the floor, I didn’t bother with them.

I grab the door handle and the door creaks open, revealing a ghost town.

My mouth waters and I swallow, my eyelids growing heavy.

I gag before falling to the floor, my mind shutting down as I drool, saliva involuntarily dripping down as I feel the nausea growing.

I blink slowly as my mind closes, unconsciousness pulling me away from present.

What a good excuse,

I think as I close my eyes, my light-headedness hushing me to sleep.