text: Wahh Wahh Wahhh! Bills alarm rips him quickly from his light slumber. He squints his eyes to read the time on the clock. 6:00AM. He fumbles around for a few seconds before he is able to silence his dreadful alarm. With each pulse of sound Bill winces from the sharp pain in his head. Eventually he finds his mark and his room is filled with silence once more. Finally, with the alarm silenced and his head becoming more clear, he starts about his daily routine. First he chugs the glass of water sitting by his bedside. Next he opens up his night stand drawer and picks out a small black case that he deftly opens spreading out its contents on the nightstand next to his bed. He lays out a bottle cap and empties the contents of a small baggy into it. He stares down and sees the familiar sight of crystals ready to be crushed, mixed, and injected directly into his bloodstream. This is Bills daily routine and he goes about it with as much fluidity and grace as a machine. He draws up some water into a syringe and then shoots it into the bottle cap mixing the contents until the crystals are completely dissolved. Bill draws up the liquid into a fresh syringe and begins to ready himself. The water he drank earlier is now making its way into his bloodstream which Bill is hopeful will puff his veins up giving him a bigger target. Just to be safe he grabs the makeshift dumbbell he created (a small carrier bag filled with a few textbooks) and does a few arm curls to pump his arms up some. Thoroughly worked Bill sits down in his chair and prepares the area, wiping his arm with multiple alcohol pads. Bill is a bit of a clean freak when it comes to his routine but thats how he justifies doing one of the most dangerous things a person can do. Without further hesitation Bill picks up the syringe takes off the cap and positions the needle next to his skin. He takes a few deep breaths and sinks the syringe into his arm. He pulls back to see if he has found his mark. A glorious sight fills Bills vision as he sees a plume of blood pull back into the syringe. He’s found his mark. Slowly he begins to push the plunger down. Before he is even halfway through he is starting to feel the effects. It starts as a tingly warm feeling in his tongue. Then he gets a metallic taste in his mouth and throat. Soon his entire head is flushed and warm feeling as if he is getting a hot blast of air to the face. Before long the feeling sinks through his entire body down and out his feet. Now Bill is off and running. His day can begin as he feels the energy buzzing through his body like there is electricity coursing through his veins. A big smile washes over his face and all his cares are gone. He is content, he is ok, nothing can hurt him, not on this day.