It was a real drag: slow and full of smoke. The tips of my fingers glowed orange and Yellow with the sweet hot fuel of a world gone sideways. A sucker in purple trousers stared at me through a gilded window. Who was the sucker? Who cares. My lungs burned something fierce and the room around me drowned in a liquid lust that sated my eyes with it’s torrents and tides of viscous batter. My tongue was dry and the smell of sweat, sex and a hint of popcorn were all I could focus on. Sweat? I should probably shower. Sex? Somehow that really didn’t seem likely. Popcorn? God, I love popcorn. Butter on my fingers and shells caught in that space between life and a horrible slow choking death just out of reach in the back of my mouth. My fingers lost their glow and the water flowed from my eyes and out the windows. I was coming down from my little mini-vacation on the southside of my apartment. Unsatisfactory. I need to take a longer trip next time.