wrote this for class

[Epaphrus]

Around Noon

By E-PAph


He had waited all night for it. Pacing back and forth, back and forth like some pendulum counting down sobriety. He smiled when he thought about holding it, smelling it, looking at it. He could not wait.

He had made the first call around noon, just early enough and not too late.

When dealing with drug dealers there are only agendas. Know what you want, how much you want and how desperate you are at that moment. On good days this first call of the day lasts seconds and gets product distributed within minutes. On bad days hours seem like days. On bad days you might as well be imprisoned on a deserted desert island. Things can be that bad.

He stated his habit just to help him get some sleep. The first year went smooth, he thought of it as more of a medication. The second year saw an increase in consumption. When you buy more you learn more. That’s when he realized that there is a subculture for just about everything. This medication has now evolved into a hobby.

His phone rings and it is answered before the first long electronic beep sounds. He can’t talk right now, he’s on his way out the door. His mother would understand, if only she could understand. There must be something that can be done to pass the time. He sits and he imagines having it, he imagines how happy it is going to make him. He’s going to…the phone rings and once again is picked up by something even quicker than haste.

Excitement is in his eyes.

Yes, his day was going good. Yes, he still did want to score if he could. Yes, he did want it tonight.

A scowl makes its way across his face.

No, it was all right. Yes, he knew how it could be sometimes. Yes, indeed, it did suck.

When dealing with drug dealers there is no sure thing, no product guarantee, no 30 minutes or its free. Know that they can and will ruin your day. Be sure that some will cheat you on every deal if they can. Realize that sometimes they are just “dry man”.

He searches the house for alcohol. The only thing with alcohol in it is some cooking wine he had under the sink. But in the end even it was too salty to drink, despite his best efforts.

He lay down on his couch and closed his eyes in the direction of the TV. He thought about his plans for the next day. He smiled thinking about it; touching it, smelling it, looking at it. He could not wait. He had to remember to make that call around noon.


The end.

[Mahavishnu]

Thats pretty cool man. What class is for? Language arts, and what grade are you in? Bceuawe it would be shitty if your teache was like "rah rhah rha this is about weed you get an F motherfucker. Or an E which is worse than F" Sorry I had a few to many drinks to make approriaite coments. its good though. Good vocabulary and shit.