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Last Jasper had heard, Erika was a prostitute, perhaps even an addict of some sort. As an addict of sleep, he understood having a craving for a taboo substance, and throughout Jasper's teens and into adulthood, sweet Chino was his mistress, they got some weird fancy name for it now but it still do what it does, make you sleep. He dreamed of Erika recently. She had said something in her feathery young voice then immediately mutated it into an older raspy smoke tunneled howl, coming from a blemished person that carried a mix of musty sweat and gig smoke. He dreamed about her in this way only once and it stuck. The though of her didn't make him angry, it was the immolating sinking feeling in his gut when he remembered what he did that night with her, without giving a single fuck about anyone but himself, hoe could he? Fuck this. Jasper grabbed an empty bottle of pills in his drawer. it was 3:30 in the after noon and Blocky was probably working, no good ringing him for pills or weed. fumbling with the plastic wrapper of the cap he looked around the room.

The kids were staring back at him. His ears were ringing but the rush made it unnoticeable. Sweaty and white, he broke himself from the awkward pause and the room shifted sideways as he sat, the ringing ears now taking in a faint white noise, the heat from his blood. The teacher entered the room and let in a breeze, the cold went into Jasper clothes and refreshed him, Close you eyes and breath I'll be fine just breath up and down. The ringing of the bell was rough, sitting almost directly under it. Still sweaty and walking through shifting hallways around him but not a river anymore only a slowed down beat, he diagnosed himself better. Hey I feel better now, I'll just call home and call dad to pick me up.