Speed

I cannot sleep these days. I wander around my apartment with my palms pressed out, my eyes constantly turning. There is no moonlight. I wish there was moonlight. I press my face into the top of my knees, curled up on the couch, and stare into the future, and it is not there.

Today, they have put me on speed. I am not supposed to crush, snort, sell, or otherwise distribute or abuse this controlled substance. I have signed a paper to that effect. You, you must steal or kill for your drugs. The government pays for mine.