Depressants

I never got into heroin.

Never needed it.

Besides,
“You’ll get fucked in the head”
(to paraphrase
everyone that ever tried to be
my mother).

That’s fine.
I’ll just point a browser
in the right direction
and grab a hit
from a syringe full of
pop culture
and porn,
kick my feet up,
and chow down
on a few grams
of M&M’s
and jerk myself stupid.

I never did heroin.
Aren’t you proud of me?

Here I am.

Alone.

Tissues litter the floor
as I dive into a dimebag
full of french fries
and fill a syringe
full of Netflix.

Want a hit?

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