Sin & The Art of Apathy
prose poetry
We wanted molly but what we got was meth. Our dealer fucking sucks.
Once I realized that I wasn’t gonna get high I got pissed off; that $10 could have been McDonald’s and a pack of cigarettes. I went to my room to take a nap. You’d be surprised what a long-standing adderall prescription since childhood will do to your tolerance for amphetamines, that crap just feels like sour mornings to me. The other guys said they had fun. They got a burst of energy so they tried to clean the place up but now the dirt is just wet and soapy and there are puddles in the carpet that will breed mold. It’s easier not to care. Apathy is the real gateway drug.