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Soon as I'm through with the Unisom I'ma hit the snooze alarm
Before I lose my mind, who am I gonna use it on?
Utilizing this tool, I will execute a line
Like what I tried to do one time in my youth when I euthanized
My poodle in junior high
, used to hide in my room and fly
To the moon and try suicide with the glue from my school supplies
Kavinsky was sure that the bodies moving around him were headless, but who was he to judge? The music had turned to simply ringing in his ears and the smell of sweat, alcohol and weed suffocated him.
It felt like home.
“Hey, K!” Somebody screamed in the distance but Kavinsky ignored it, too focused on getting to the boxes full of ice and beer that were at the back of the room.
“K!” the voice screamed again and now he could already put his hand on the ice. It felt too good, so he simply submerged his head in it.
The ice wasn’t cold enough to sober him up but that wasn’t the intention anyways so it didn’t matter.
Suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder, forcing him up.
“What the fuck man?” The owner of the voice said.
Kavinsky was shocked back on the stuffed air of the party. His temper soured and without thinking twice, punched the person that ended his cold bliss.
The dude fell on his ass and was too intoxicated to get up making this situation boring already. With a sigh, Kavinsky searched his pockets for any bag of coke but came up empty.
Guess it was time to take his bad mood out on everyone else.
The rest of the night was a blur. At some point, he got in his car and went to another party. There were more drugs, a knife, blood, pain, music, more drugs and he went back to his car again.
The night still wasn’t done for him so he went back to his house, where the first party was taking place.
The dude he punched was nowhere in sight so he had to find his own fun again. Some girl wearing only a bra and shorts put her hand on his chest when passing by him and he held back a snort.
He wasn’t in the mood to fuck.
He wanted adrenaline in his veins. He wanted to fight. He wanted to feel something more over the dumbness in his brain. Then he saw him.
Ronan Lynch.
He got everything he wanted.