It’s 6:30am on Thursday February 8th. I have one cookie left. 3 pieces of chocolate, two swigs of Orange Crush, three bagels and just enough of my drug to ration out the day. I’ll be out of most before my 8am chores and everything by the time my afternoon duties are up.
Tomorrow I’ll be scrounging and going through my rituals of desperation. Burning the white off the sides of the pipes and bongs. Smoking the dirty shit. Sometimes I can stretch it several days.
This morning I boofed the bong water from one bong and it may sustain me the morning. As I type that sentence I already don’t believe it. I’ll do more before I’m really awake and active. I’ve been dehydrated and constipated, and boofing isn’t the best plan for a butt full of hardened dry turds. Poor timing there.
Boofing is squirting a water/meth solution up my ass with a plastic syringe, and the meth dehydrates things as it passes so the combination might give me the boost I am looking for, but at the cost of delaying my shits, which is probably more unhealthy for me than the drug itself.
7am now. Time for a piece of chocolate and check my phone for social media and email. I’m quite awake.
End of part 1.
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