If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-29 00:19:00 |
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Current music: | i don't like the drugs - manson / drug ballad - eminem |
Entry tags: | heroin, marijuana, rehab |
there's a hole in our soul that we fill with dope and we're feeling fine
Who: Marijuana, Heroin, Rehabilitation.
What: The fall.
Where: The Highway.
When: Evening.
Warnings: Drug use, language.
Marriage, marriage, marriage. Marijuana had woken up with Heroin in his arms, in his bed, and had been excited about it, completely blissful, completely happy. And then Heroin had left to get things sorted at the studio and Marijuana'd had a nice little panic attack, wrote to Peyote, fretted, baked, paced, ranted and raved at a scared and jealous Dave but then Heroin had returned and all was better again. Hours spent ignoring his deliveries, Marijuana only had eyes for Heroin and now that his lover was out getting groceries, Marijuana was relaxing on the couch get again, smiling dreamily up at the ceiling as freshly-injected Columbian heroin raced through his veins. Bliss, bliss, bliss, that's what heroin, Heroin, was to Marijuana. Hell, he had even forgetten that Rehab was coming over eventually.
No, he just stayed on his couch, his comfortable couch and wondered when Heroin was getting back. The Highway may have stood empty for a night or two but having his older brother, his lover, over so often was helping in such a huge way. He needed family around him, needed Heroin's presence, needed to see Granddaddy Peyote. LSD, Tracer and Speed were gone, yes. But things were starting to settle, even if he'd had to nap, even if he'd caused a panic attack in his lover, even if he'd forced Heroin to run to Adonis of all people, even if... Marijuana sighed, sat up, and drew one of Cam's accounting binders into his lap and stared down at it even as the numbers started to swim in front of his eyes. Things were better, but they weren't as good as they could be.
Still, the door was swinging open, Wes was looking up from the counter and Marijuana's eyes followed, hoping that it was Heroin back with groceries.