I am drinking some concoction out of a goon bag. According to Ash, it is „rave juice‟.
Everyone is drinking it. I want it as well.Every
one looks like they‟re having more fun than me. I want in. I want what they areon. Now. It doesn‟t matter whether it is speed or coke. Nothing matters. There is no
thought process. The little white pupils tempt me for the second time.
I don‟t remember mu
ch else.* * *The scene shifts back to the man in the apartment. He is now on the phone. I listen inclosely and can make out the voice. It is my friend Matt.
“My drug use goes back to Year Eight, at boarding school,” Matt says.
“I used pot when I was
14, except the result was shit. Usually I am quite sensitive to
any type of illegal substance, but this did nothing for me.”
The man asks what other drugs he has done.
“Well, I did use pot more and more, and found my sweet spot. I remember go
-kartingonce, while high
on pot. That was a bizarre experience.”
“I have also done LSD, which did absolutely nothing for me. Maybe I didn‟t useenough. But ecstasy has the best effect on me, by far.”
“It is the best feeling. It is a rush, a euphoric feeling. It ma
kes me feel all lovey-
dovey. But there is the come down, which is normally horrible.”
“There is always a pay