Or some fucking path. I didn t keep at pre-Med as long as Haze kept at Humanities. I forgot whatever I d faked learning in the first place. Real-time is over. Now starts what I call on-time.
Different junkies get on-time in different ways.
Most people I know say they just warp to a huge high and basically think about nothing and everything at the same time. Pretty disturbing shit, too. My old man huffing and puffing and my mom laying under him, wincing and pissed off about something. I could ve done without that memory, not that it s one I had to deal with until it got dredged up on-time. It still wakes me up on some real-time nights.