Snippet #2210236

In the moments after he started rolling, everything felt so right. There was a connection to world and everyone in it. Things he couldn't see before, he could see them after he dropped that first pill. It only got better with the more he took. Mollies, Blue Playboys, Purple Mickeys, he had taken them all and loved them all. He had nothing in life except his pills, and the 'pills' were mainly ecstasy. There were times when he took other things, like acid, but he didn't really love it like he loved ecstasy. E made him better, E made the world better, E made everything better.

It might not have been the hardest drug around, but it had certainly consumed his life. He frequently lost track of how many pills he was taking, or what day it ways. He could go days before actually being sober, and today was not a sober day. When he merely brushed against people it was like his nerves would explode in pure heaven. Jasper wasn't entirely sure where he was either, he was just there. He walked around, not caring where he went, just enjoying everything. Somehow, he had found himself running into a girl, a girl who did not look happy by any means.

"Ahh, you okay?" He lazily smiled at the short haired girl. What was such a pretty girl like this doing over here, in the land of burn outs and losers? "You don't look okay."

Oh, this girl was so pretty, even in her apparent frustration. Everyone was so beautiful to Jazz when he was rolling. There wasn't a single ugly or mean individual in the world. He trusted everyone. If faced with an angry bear, it was very likely he would try to snuggle with it. He had no common sense when he was drugged out. It just didn't exist.

He took a deep breath, the feeling of his lungs filling up with oxygen sending shivers down his spine.