ZYGOTE IN MY COFFEE.COM
|© 2012 zygoteinmycoffee Ink.|
|by Peter Clarke|
| That night, meth saved Frank’s life. Although strictly poison to most
casual drug users, meth to Frank was medicine. As a terminally ill
old-timer drug abuser and pornographer, so many things were killing
him quickly. Only meth brought death with patience and euphoria. By
killing him slowly, it actually kept him alive. Never mind the medical
importance of sleep or doctor’s appointments, meth gave Frank one last
spark of a will to live, which of course is all that any terminally
ill person really needs.
If Frank hadn’t taken meth after skipping his doctor’s appointment,
he would have died. The extra-special dose of pure crystal meth saved
him. Just at that moment when the coma was about to otherwise send him
to the shit burning cremator for actual fact…
His nerves twitched.
His vital organs gurgled gently.
His eyes flittered.
And his libido revved itself into a middle-aged-man’s inclination to
take advantage of himself right then and there.
And just so he veered back to life.
Although sick and shaking, also he squealed with intense anger. He
had fallen asleep again.
Stomping around his room, he tore up old porn flick scripts and
smashed half empty wine bottles and cursed the naked female body
itself. On a scrap of paper he scribbled a note as consecrated
instructions to himself: “Agenda: Kicking everything into high
production gear starting now.” He studied the note and then added
carefully: “If I’m not sucking your titty, I’m taking your money. I’m
He tacked this note to his desk and then sat down with a profound
harrumph. Taking some meth in his arm vein, he swore he would never
let himself sleep ever again in this life.