Disclaimer: This post does not promote the use of recreational cannabis. The aim of this post is as always, to educate and inform our readers about the complex narratives that play out in the world, leading human beings to undertake sojourns well outside their existing comfort zones.
Date: 26th October, 2017
Time: 6:53 a.m
Malcolm Mathew ran to the bathroom.
His butt hadn’t even touched the cold-edged surface of the toilet, when his sphincter unloaded the biggest dump of his life.
He was 23 years old.
Malcolm groaned and grinned in ecstasy, as he produced more turds of crap, and a few drops of the water below, splashed, hitting his butt from underneath.
He felt like Superman, and he grinned further, his eyes, stark red with intoxication, absolutely at peace with himself and the world, with no enemies or responsibilities to worry about. His mind wouldn’t rest, spewing out random thoughts about sex, food and the universe, as if his body were nothing but a vessel to satisfy every depravity imaginable to man.
He moaned inaudibly as he directed a stream of water towards his butthole, the cold sensation activating every nerve of his body with vibrating pleasure.
His head became light, and he could think clearly.
He decided to sleep. He’d woken up 13 minutes ago. The last thing he saw before his eyes shut down, was the bag of fresh organic cannabis, sourced from two contacts 73 kilometres away from Bangalore. It was his fifth attempt at sourcing freshly harvested, pure, unadulterated cannabis, free from pesticides and insecticides.
He smiled in his sleep.