Mike Oakwood
Joined March 2021
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Tumble Dry Low
Disappointment poured over Dalton when the walls finally stopped melting. The hit of White Dove blotter had been sold to him with the same words he’d heard every other time he’d bought acid - the “standard acid warning” the dealers gave him. “You’ve done acid before, right?” they’d ask, as if they wouldn’t sell it to him unless he had previous experience. After his affirmative nod they’d add, “Ok, now only do half of this at a time.” Then they’d hand it over, usually a small square of blotter with some inventive pattern printed on it, or a brightly colored micropill, like the nitros his grandfather used to take, but in neon shades.
By Mike Oakwood3 years ago in Horror