In the dark

It was his second joint of pot. There were only three that were available and the second was almost over. He was already tripping but he wanted it so bad. With great reluctance he had his last drag and put out the last butt of the rolled cigarette. He lit his third and looked at the bottle of vodka that he had carried to the terrace. It seemed all hazy and translucent. He could not make out if any was left but he turned the bottle upside down into the glass nevertheless. There was a last sip he could savour. A great relief ran through his face.
The night was moving real slow now. The cars, the people all seemed like a TV commercial shot in slow motion. It was starless and cloudy and it could rain any minute. He could sense the rain from the smell, but that didnt bother him. He wanted to get drenched. The rain would look more beautiful when it beat down slowly he thought.
An airplane was about to land in the airport nearby and it somehow seemed to please him. Looking at his last sip he decided to gulp it down with the dramatics of drinking poison. Smoke soon filled his lungs. He could feel it. Somehow the smooth and slow operation of marijuana was an uncontrollable orgasmic feeling that he couldnt hide. It was about to erupt and his ears started hearing some music as if played from a distance.
There was still a distance to go before complete ecstasy and he wasnt to let go just as yet. Suddenly the music translated into words and he could here Tom Petty shout "Im free....free falling". The lights went out in the opposite building and the lady in the house gave him a stare of suspicion before closing the curtains.
"Im not committing a crime you know." The monsoon breeze grew stronger and he turned around to find a stray dog who had found its way upstairs. "You think your gonna find shelter out here just because your on the top. Fuck off you son of a bitch." He smirked and bent down the terrace.
It was high and he was on it. The ledge was urging him and he climbed. The eagle arms were spread and he took a deep breath like it was his last. Contemplation....the urge to jump and it could all be done.
No but he had some unfinished business. He had a last drag. The cigarette lay there next to his glass. He got off. All inhaled at once...the final ecstasy...the last breath...fully intoxicating.
It was done and he climbed the ledge again. Suddenly th woman infront opened the curtains and turned on the lights. The dog barked. He was finally afraid. And he heard Tom Petty again.