1. 1 year ago 

   Can’t remember where or when I wrote this…

   Take it.
   
   The small white pill stared at him like an enchanting succubus, luring the young adult towards promises of endless pleasure.
   
   You know you want to…
   
   Aiden’s fingers reached nervously towards the sink top as the devil on his left shoulder took control of his consciousness. The trademark smiley face imprinted on the pill did not make it any easier to resist. Who could shy away from a symbol representing comfort and happiness? For a split second, it made him wonder if a frown would ever turn new users away from the drug. After all, emotions did play a key role in corporate advertising. Whoever knew the same techniques worked with psychedelics.

   She’ll never find out.
   
   Girlfriend be damned, Aiden snatched the ecstasy up, placed it on his tongue and swallowed. Popping pills in a downtown bar was not his usual idea of a good time, but the “honest” dealer he had bought it from promised pure MDMA. The last scumbag Aiden trusted sold him that laced shit they sell on King Street. Aiden’s salesman of a father had always taught the kid to never trust a man who wouldn’t shake hands before and after a business deal. The conniving old man also taught him to drive a hard bargain. In these bad economic times, three pills for a twenty was a good price. The lowlives that flooded the streets these days would do most any thing to scrap up some cold-hard cash.
   
   As Aiden opened the bathroom door, the sounds of an electric guitar rippled over a pale, thin singer who sang as if he’d smoked one too many cigarettes in his time. It sounded like a cover of “Red House.” The Second Depression had mysteriously brought around a new invasion of Blues music. The dance pop crap that teens idolized over was forgotten with a screaming desire to express ones’ unconditional woes. Millions were left jobless, but perhaps there was still hope for the art of music. At least, that’s what Aiden thought as he entered the dark-lit room and sat on the first stool he could find. His anticipation for the high only heightened his nerves. It was still another thirty minutes before the ecstasy kicked in. Aiden closed his eyes and reflected on the past few days that had led him into this fucked up situation.

2. Notes

r-evolve: revolutionizing writing. short stories. a taste of my muse.

about me:
freelance writer and student at the university of western ontario.

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