Rave of an Addict.

The day was normal enough wake up and search for your high. Seems simple enough, and god damnit it should be. But then there is always that minor inconvenience that throws everything out of whack and completely takes you by surprise.
During our midmorning routine we came to the conclusion that our almost natural urges to get fucked up were now in full bloom. Restlessness among the group could be sensed from every direction, everyone’s mind focused on one though. The mind of a grass user is unlike that of another, I don’t essentially NEED the drugs euphorically settling effects to function properly nor do I fiend for this unique herb. I just find that it helps the drama of the day permeate through my brain, making it as though the drama driven events had never taken place, and in turn making my day that much better.