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At least I didn’t have a boner when I went to see Joe last week to get my supplies I wouldn’t have been able to live that down

Joe and I used to hang out quite a bit ere in prison He’d agreed not to let anyone know about oura randoe his mind and blab

As I near the clinic, my heart thumps in my chest

I’ It’s serious shit

It’s not like I was coh what I’ as I got Peter’s express perive me a copy of the keys himself

I shake hts inside

I shrug off my backpack and unzip the front compartment

Act natural, I tell myself

Me going into the clinic in the dead of the night probably looks normal to most people I’m alith Sarah anyway

Maybe she left a jacket, and she wanted me to come pick it up on my run It’s possible It’s probable More likely, at least, than s to my late best friend

As the keys jangle, I wonder if the streets have always been this silent at night Not even the air isstill

It feels surreal

As I walk into the clinic and turn on the lights, I get the deep sense that even though this place is faht

It could be because I’ out the last wish of a dead one soft after too ht and narrow

The fluorescent tube lights buzz as I try the keys one by one I hurry, but all et to the last key that the door finally opens for me

It’s disheartening that I can’t even pick the right key out of five because soon I’ll have to identify a handful of bottles out of hundreds in there

The door creaks Stepping into the drug storage roorimace as the smell hits my nostrils This room reeks exactly the way I expected it to I feel like I’m sick in bed

Once upon a tih, this small closet would’ve felt like a massive candy store to me, stocked with all kinds of substances to make me feel whatever I want to feel Life on demand