This is my freewrite as inspired by the instructions and prompt given by @mariannewest for her Day 936: 5 Minute Freewrite: Thursday - Prompt: designer drugs
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Regulation of Self
Standing in the bathroom of the club I stare into the mirror. I know I shouldn't. I know I need to stay myself. But money spent is money spent and I've never let my conscience get in the way before.
I reach into my pocket and nervously fumble for the two sleek capsules. 50 bucks. That goes a long way when you make minimum wage. I'm an idiot.
Oh well, bottoms up!
They go down dry, wanting to hang in the back of my throat. Against all senses I take a drink from the faucet.
Man, this place is a shit hole. I can't believe I did that.
Time to dance I guess?
How long do these things take to kick in?
Who is Mike and why did I buy these from him?
Shit.
They start to kick in about fifteen minutes into my thrashing . I'm sure the movement sped up my metabolism and caused them to hit harder than they would have. The room starts spinning. Or am I spinning? I'm not sure.
There's a girl laughing. At me? With me?
Man I hate this feeling, I don't know why I keep coming back. Why I keep putting myself into situations that I'll regret
Will I ever grow up?
Will I ever settle down?
Maybe I am a disappointment.
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Steem Monsters
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