High hopes

It was the third time that day. Everyone I knew had said you shouldn’t go past the second one. Punks... They weren’t strong enough; they didn’t feel the rush as I did. I surely did. I felt it rise through my arm and go straight to my brain. It was like a car race. And then my head started burning. I felt I could fly, I could walk on walls, I could do anything I felt like. God knows I loved feeling like this.


I was telling you: the third time that day, with the greatest stuff ever. Something I got from one of the guys in the corner. They had hooked me up with some in the past, but this was said to be on a whole different dimension. And it definitely was. The first doze took care of the room. The bed flew through the window, shattering the glass. This made a little cut near my elbow, which I found even more exciting. Of course, it led to some more self-induced cuts. I ripped the blinds out as well. My roommate came to check on me. Funny – he was so wasted that he just laughed at the scene. I introduced him to some pieces of glass left from the window and also lent him my tourniquet. We got the second doze together. This time it was much more relaxed. We got quite paranoid anyway, probably because of all the blood that stained the room and our clothes.


Two hours went by, three as much - who is there to tell me wrong anyway? I was ready for another go. My roommate was lying on the floor, looking at the ceiling. He tried to give me a face, but I paid no attention. Paranoia had ended and I needed something new. From there on, things get blurry. For instance, who called the paramedics? Who took me to hospital? I haven’t got a clue. When I awoke, I was lying in a hospital bed with medical staff peering down at me. I felt exhausted but relieved, and all I really remember was one of the doctors saying “You’re lucky to be alive.” I sure was. I went pass the third one, a whole new world opened up for me.