time?

dear everyone

i’m going to kill myself

zac

ps no one gets my organs

zac begins taking the meds in his bedroom. latenight. falls asleep. dream?

wakes up..pissed ofc. goes to friend.

zac: dude, what the fuck kind of weak ass drugs did you give me?

friend: [working/restacking coffee bags while talking]huh?

zac: the pain killers, dildo head, a whole bottle isn’t worth shit

friend:[slightly confused]you took the whole bottle?

zac: yea

friend: dude those were vitamins

zac: …you sold me vitamins?

friend: yea sorry dude i needed pot money

friend walks into kitchen

friend: [slightly yelling to be heard]

so you took the whole bottle, eh?

zac looks around, the cafe is slightly full, no one pays attention. all intellectual reading singles at separate tables.  zac goes into the kitchen, meets up with friend at loading dock to smoke cig

friend: cigarette

zac: no

friend:[smirking] that’s funny, you know dude?

zac: why? 

friend: you’d rather kill yourself and completely fuck with everyone around you who actually gives a fuck about you…instead of slowly killing yourself with this lovely cancer stick. that way its no one else’s fault but your’s.

zac: [pauses briefly] thats a fucked up way to think, you know?

friend laughs