Lines

I stand in my bathroom and reach down into my pocket. I pull out the eight ball I just bought from Rocky an hour ago and dump out three-quarters of it onto my Ipad that’s resting on the counter. I use my credit card to divide out 10 uneven lines. I pull out my BIC pen that I rigged to snort through and place the end of the tube on the smooth glass screen. I lower my face.
Two lines disappear.
Blood rushes to my head as my dopamine levels rise instantly. WHOOOOO! I run out of my bathroom and lock the door behind me. My roommates are standing in the kitchen. Let’s Do Some SHOTS!
They look at me and shrug. We celebrate and guests begin to arrive.
Another line disappears.
The party starts off small with close friends. I am sure to get around to everyone to take shots with me.
Another line disappears.
Soon friends of friends begin to arrive and I am sure to introduce myself to them. And get them to take shots with me.
Another line disappears.
Before I know it, I don’t know who half the people that are in my own place. It doesn’t matter as long as they take shots with me.
Another line disappears.
A guy spills his drink on my couch. How could he disrespect me in my own house? That Mother Fucker I’m going to kick his ass.
Another line disappears.
I see a girl across the room. I begin to make small talk with her eventually leading her back up to my room. I feel nothing and come out of my room. I’m dizzy as I walk through the crowds of people. The faces I’ve met but don’t remember all stare at me. I feel every beady sweat droplet dripping off my forehead. I trip on my own foot and my world turns upside down. I try to move my arms to break my fall but they don’t respond. The ground comes closer to my face. My face sticks to the floor as I try to lift my head. The concerned voices around me don’t faze me. Think. Focus. One arm. Then the other. Good. Almost there. Right foot. Left foot. Now just the Eyes. They open. People stare at me with concern. Let’s Keep This party Going!
Another line disappears.
The sun begins to rise as we get down to our last bottle to take shots.
Another line disappears.
The sun has risen and it’s dark. The blaring red lights blind me soon to be replaced with a bright white light above me and I forget where I am.
Wait. The party’s not over. I’ve still got one line left.