Neon City Diaries
I had no clue where I was after the first pill. It was a small, little green thing. No, violet. Or maybe it was pink? Point being, I was no longer available after the high began to take me. The tingling of the hairs on my arms and the buzzing in my ears kept me cognizant while the music and drinking was drowned out around me. I saw stars dancing across the ceiling and neon colors flashing in and out. Was I laced? I didn’t care. All that mattered was the high.