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.
Sins would turn 23 in twenty-odd minutes. He realized the fact that his mind had automatically thrown the statistic at him, which meant that his brithdate actually meant something to him.
He introspected this matter for a few seconds and decided to sleep. But he couldn’t. Although, he understood the hype about birthdays that it was a farce, and nothing but a chance to create chaos in the name of happy celebration, every year, he would feel a sense of foreboding as the clock inched, second by second, to midnight.
Sins closed his eyes, and opened it again, feeling empty, blankness seeping inside his brain, numb.
He knew what he had to do, the purpose staring at him, with clear, concise eyes, calling him like a lover.
With a few seconds to go for his birthday, Sins hit the bare floor, having ripped a few bong shots in a row, his mouth still slightly open.