#brba open

[bluechilipowder]

" I should get like — A TIGER OR SOMETHING.  Just,   l i k e ,  a big,  freaky ass cat to scare the shit out of people, you know? So that nobody would wanna COME FUCK WITH ME. "

IT'S PROBABLY JUST THE METH TALKING.

                " How much do you think they probably go for?                                          — Like, ten thousand or somethin'?"

[bluechilipowder]

open

“ What do you mean by you  s e e  stuff ?                              What, you mean like, DMT ALIENS and shit ? ”

[bluechilipowder]

OPEN

" LOOK ,                        —   I've had an  E X T R A  shit day, okay ? "

Jesse sniffs sharply, collapsing on his solo couch dramatically and digging into his pockets for his crumpled up bag of  w h a t e v e r  crystal he even still had left on him. Just the sight of it causes him to hang his head momentarily in shame, the endless words of others  e c h o i n g  in his mind, over and over. 

MOM & DAD BEGGING HIM TO STOP ACTING LIKE THIS.                                                          MR. WHITE CALLING HIM A PATHETIC JUNKIE.

Jesse sighs, rubbing his eyes exhaustively, tears threatening to spill over and into reality. His soul was always so tired, and he doesn’t have the energy for a fight over his drug use, or to think too long about today with Mr. White any longer than he has to. HE JUST WANTS TO BE NUMB RIGHT NOW.

" If you, uh, if you don't wanna stick around while I smoke up, that's cool, I can handle it, but, I'm not, like, lookin' for any SPEECHES. If you're expectin’ me to have some kinda fucks to give about it,  yo,  I'm  FRESH OUT.                                    S o ,    you know , "   He sniffs again, already expecting to get his ass reamed for grabbing his lighter again to cope with the weight on his shoulders. He’s heard it all before.

                                                                            " Y O U R  CHOICE . . . "