“Being dead has always had its perks,â€? said Jasper as his fingernail tapped the glass vial. “At least I have some privacy.â€? He watched the bubble rise to the top of the syringe. He spoke to no one and yet he spoke to everyone he had ever known.
Jasper had died eons ago. He could trace his death back to that first sip of beer. His soul ceased to exist the first time he took a hit of weed. Yet, if he could turn back the clock and change that life altering moment he wouldn’t. All that bad shit happened to others even as it was happening to him. Besides, I can always stop whenever I want too. I just don’t want too. After this I’m done he had thought time and time again. Doper’s logic.