Having Fun Without Drugs; a Short Story:
You enter the mdma room at the party. You know this is the mdma room because someone slurring mentioned "this is the mdma room" on the way to smoke pot with the stoners on the front porch. You feel slightly satisfied that the party is so organised in terms of its drug categories.
In the room, everyone is in pairs or threes, lounging on a mattress on the floor, holding hands and stroking each other's faces. Except for one guy who is on his own, smiling vaguely and stroking his own face. You sit next to a trio of young women. The age demographic is anywhere between 18 and sir I don't quite know how you are friends with so many young people. They are looking deeply into each other's eyes and talking about each other's bright futures. You wonder who will die first in the room. You smile at the young women and nod knowingly. This is when you see the pizza. Hells, with vegan cheese, and olives. You pick up a slice. You feel it's weight in your hands. It is clear that the bodies in the room have transcended the need for material nourishment. You, however, are tied to your mortal coil. You take the opportunity to select a second slice as someone comments about a terrible on and off boyfriend "he is just such a Scorpio". The room in unison seem to agree and attention is drawn away from your hands that are literally dripping with pizza. You stand, unsure what more you can contribute to a conversation which seems to have landed on all the bad characteristics of someone who is a Gemini rising. Nobody seems to have noticed that you are holding a solid $6 worth of pizza. You take this opportunity to make it for the door, dodging the smokers who are just starting to enter the munchie stage and make it to your fellow kind, the binge drinkers, who are passing out tequila and dancing violently to "come on Eileen". The pizza is still warm in your hands, vegan cheese melting on your tongue as you rock from side to side to the music. You are sure someone at some point from the previous room will come up to you, put a hand on your shoulder and warmly ask what you are doing nabbing all that food. But nobody does. You are left to your inner peace; just you, and the pizza.