I stared at my hands and wondered how they got so damn... soft. Jimmy was burning holes in the wall with his cigarette. I was gonna tap him on the shoulder and tell him to stop! But then I thought, my hands are waaay too soft for that. They'd fucking... melt. Like into his shoulder.
           I would have to wake at nine that morning. For Physical Science for Design or some bull. It was 3 am, and there was real no desire to peel myself off of the linoleum and go home. Instead I watched Jimmy burning holes for a moment.
           "Man, you got to realize, you don't vote. Voting is a facade, man. You think you got power, but man, you don't. It's damn fascist man. We gotta... revolt, man... They should make that a slogan: ‘Don't vote,’ man, ‘revolt.’" Here was the desire.
           "That's already a slogan, dumbass. Yo, I gotta go.”
            He looked at the cabinet over the sink sadly, bidding whatever sick plans he'd had farewell. I knew about all the lube that was in there because me and Melli raided it two hours ago, before all the X.

           It was cold as hell all of a sudden, and windy. Somehow I’d forgotten where I was and walked through a sprinkler in progress. I’d left my hoodie at Jimmy’s.

           They were getting dressed when I walked in. In the second that I took to glance around, I saw that the sheets on my side of the room were tangled and used looking. In fact, there was a large wet spot in the middle. They looked neither guilty nor regretful. Just a jolly good morning as I slowly backed away from the door.

            I slept in the lounge. It took me a while to find a seat because shit kept spinning, but I did. I didn’t melt, either, just kinda collapsed.
            I didn’t feel so bad when I woke; was just a little cotton-mouthed and damp.

            I realized loneliness or acceptance or any of that Dr. Phil shit wasn’t what drove me to drugs. It was the lack of withdrawal symptoms. If I had more hangovers, I’d stop drinking, smoking, or snorting so many random things.

           I was nine minutes late for Physics. I slowly made my way to the room and fell asleep on the bed, finally managing to struggle out of wet socks.
           I wouldn't be getting my homework done that night. Damn.