I railed lines of ketamine and molly as swiftly as I sliced my skin. My hands were shaking and it burned my sinuses as it slammed into my brain. It was a rush. The drip in the back of my throat was terrible but the lingering promise of being out of my head even just for a little bit was more than enough for me to swallow more water and fight to ignore it.
It was a high unlike any other.
It was something I never thought I would partake in and found myself slightly ashamed when basking in the aftermath. The ketamine was cut on a flat star shaped mirror the size of a plate.
When I leaned forward with my tightly rolled twenty I hesitated gazing at the reflection of the stranger staring back at me.
Who had I become?
Someone I’m not proud to be today.
But that was irrelevant. I leaned in close and inhaled.