The Vøid in Yøur Eyes

Baby Powder

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♪Some folks are born made to wave the flag♪
♪Ooh, they're red, white and blue♪
♪And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"♪
♪Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord♪
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♪It ain't me, it ain't me♪
♪I ain't no senator's son, son♪
♪It ain't me, it ain't me♪
♪I ain't no fortunate one, no♪
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♪Some folks are born silver spoon in hand♪
♪Lord, don't they help themselves, no♪
♪But when the taxman come' to the door♪
♪Lord, the house lookin' like a rummage sale, yeah♪
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♪It ain't me, it ain't me♪
♪I ain't no millionaire's son, no no♪
♪It ain't me, it ain't me♪
♪I ain't no fortunate one, no♪
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♪Yeah!♪
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Slacker was driving with one hand.
And snorting cocaine with the other.

"You're taking too much, man. I mean, isn't that coke? Stuff's dangerous."

"What, this? Nah, this is baby powder, compared to what I usually take."

"What the hell do you usually take?"

"Ether, masculine, a shit ton of acid, hell dust, bouncing powder, not this weak shit, I've got better nose candy back at the office, oh, and a bit of molly to top it all off."

"Wow, that's alotta stuff. No wonder you can't stand still for even a second. You're badshit crazy!"

"You feelin' down, my good friend? Would you like some blue birds to fix that for ya? They're right in the suitcase. Just reach out and grab 'em from the back."

"I don't even know what that is!"

"Reds, busters, downers, uppers, gorilla pills. No? How 'bout some blacks? Would you like some blacks?"

"What in the world are you on about?!"

"I know what'll cheer you up! You need some crisco."

Slacker reached back to get meth from his suitcase.
John quickly took hold of the wheel and tried to keep the car on the road.

"Woah woah woah! Dude! You're crazy! You can't just let go of the wheel in the middle of the fucking road like that! What the fuck is wrong whitchu, man?!"

"Calm down. Calm your tits down. It's alright. I knew you'd take in for me. I've got it all under control."

"Yeah, you sure as shit do."

"Here you go."

"What is this? I don't know what a damn crisco is!"

"It's meth."

"Oh. Well... I mean, I've never taken stuff like this."

"C'mon man, don't be a sourpuss. Take it all in. Let it sink in. Y'know you want to. Let your mind fly free, free, free, free."

"Why are you repeating the word free over and over again?"

"Special effects."

John decided to smoke some meth.

"Fine."

Tøny: "Um... I'm gonna call bad idea on that one."

"I knew you had it in you. Here you go. It's top quality. I cooked it up in my own lab."

John smoked meth through a bong.

Slacker swallowed some pills.

"What the hell are you taking now?"

"Hug drugs."

"Huh?"

"Dancin' shoes. Booty juice!"

"What?"

"E."

Tøny: "I can't understand a single word that comes out of this man's mouth."

"Me neither."

"It's ecstasy you fool."

"Oh, right."

"Anyways, you talk to yourself often?"

"I um... yeah I... I uh..."

John's face started sweating.
Everything went into slow motion.

"The drug is taking effect. Do you feel it?"

John started to panic.

"Wha... what is this? Why am I feeling this?"

"Didn't you hear what I just said? I said the meth is kicking in."

Tøny: "I don't like this feeling. I don't like it one bit! It's too weird!"

"I... I don't like this. I don't like this, man! What do I do?"

"Well my friend, a great man once said, buy the ticket, take the ride. Hehehehehehehe."

"No no no no I don't like this. I don't like this! Get it outta me. Get it outta me!"

"Woah woah, come down there, man. You're just getting the fear. It's okay, it's your first time. It'll pass. Just enjoy the ride."

"Okay, okay. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. That's it. Calm down. Calm down. Inhale... exhale... inhale... exhale... focus! Fucking focus damn it!"

"Yeah yeah, you do that."

Slacker lit up a cigar dipped in acid.
This, was going to be a long ride.