-> "Red Eyes"
 -> by Effy
 -> Taken from HOE #1000 (1/9/00)

	All the doors closed.  Five candles burning.  Four cones of patchouli 
 incense.  Smoke from the pipe.

        Hey, you know, he couldn't help it because it looked so good.  The 
 dealer had a bud the size and shape of a BANANA man, how can you turn
 down such an herbal heaven?  Of course, he didn't get the actually banana
 bud.  That was just $100 he didn't have.

	How fucking amazing, man.  Damn, it's hard to breathe.

	Stumbling into the bathroom, he squinted painfully as his eyes
 watered from the smoke.  It was like his eyeballs were inflated and
 burning out the side of his skull.  Frantically, he rubbed his eyes, only
 worsening them with his resinated, smoke-covered fingertips.  He clawed
 at his eyes in agony and fright.  He grabbed a cloth, and ran it under
 some cold water, then slapped it on his face, letting the cool water
 relieve his burning sockets.

	He gasped, as his heart beat a thousand times per minute, leaping
 out of his pulsating chest.  Stepping out of the bathroom, his body
 suddenly jolted sideways and he slammed his shoulder into the wall.
 Waves of apathetic giggles slipped out the corners of his smiling mouth.

	Oh, dude!@!!

	It didn't seem as bad once he sat back down.  But it was only a
 matter of maybe half a minute before he fell to his knees, unable to see
 as he tried to stumble out of his chair to escape the smokey fumes that
 had cumulated in the room.  How could he have been so stupid?  You don't
 fucking burn all that shit in an enclosed place in a matter of an hour
 and expect it not to make you blind and make your nose stuffier than a
 motherfuckin' turkey.

	Man.  If it weren't for this gay smoke, this high would be way
 cooler.

	He clawed at the window and forced it open.  The cold winter
 breeze rushed in.  His eyes drank in the air hungrily, savoring a sweet
 recovery.  He smoked the rest of his pipe.  The shit was fucking
 amazing.  Floral.  Fruity.  He ate a bagel.  It was the greatest fucking
 bagel he had ever tasted.

	The room slowly became more bearable after a couple more less
 intense fiery optical attacks.

	SWEET.  Like CANDY.

	Your stomach is the voice in your head.