Beginning the act of substance abuse. That first sip or that first hit signals the push off from the hypothetical shore we call reality. The more fucked up you get the further out you are drifting. One doesn't know how far the current will take them out this evening or if they will even return.
"What are you doing on this fine Thursday night friend?"
"I got class till 5 then pushing off, you?"
I sleep 19 hours a day with a pillow on my face. My toenails are long. I secrete when I sleep. My hair is not stylish but rather exagerated. I listen to slim shady not eminem. My dad drinks beefeaters. I listen to Billy Joel while I shower on max volume and I masturbate in the shower with shampoo (it stings). I like milk with my spaghetti. I wear the same green flannel every friday night. I know over 500 racist terms. My 'going out' shoes are my dress shoes from 8th grade. I am a smoker but I've never bought a pack of ciggarettes in my life. I cry when the sun goes down. I try to play guitar standing up but with a tight grip.
"Hey I'm gonna go take a piss." - Slappin
"Ok grab me one too." - Deesh