I’ll be out soon. I mean I we’ll be out of drugs and I will be forced back to normality against my will. That means I’ll probably sleep most of the weekend.
As I ration what’s left, I change from long to lines. I snort rather than smoke.
My bong is being held hostage in a mind game. Who will ask about it first loses. He has called me today and neither of us mentioned it. I’m not sure whether that means he wants a full in person confrontation, or whether he’s just hitting it hoping I’ll ask.
My story is that I can completely forgot about it When since it was broken it is nothing to me. The fact that the bowl was filled and ready to go isn’t relevant. In fact, it might have been cleaning solution. Who can tell.