a cure for the common block

One Hundred Terrible Hours

Mel and Irene focused on the vibrant lights pulsating to the beat of the music as they danced, and as the synesthetic effect of the drugs kicked in they could see the songs illuminated and flowing through the air, intensifying the experience to euphoric heights. The trip back down was slow and unpleasant, a turbulent descent through a thick haze made tolerable only by having each other for support, as they always had since childhood. The slog through recovery was long and rough, and when they took their final steps out of the fog they arose not only cleansed of the toxins but of the desire to ever do it again; the fallout finally overwhelmed the pleasure.

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