From A 2004 Journal Entry (#2)
He was on the bedroom floor in a bathrobe, a crooked cigarette dangling from his lips. Flames seemed to be blossoming between his legs as he sat like an Indian around a pot, mocking ritual.
"What's going on in here?" I laughed.
"Brewing Gods."
"It smells awful. Have you been taking your medication?"
He shook his head and reached for more ingredients from the kitchen trash bag. The box of Chai crackled in the flames and gray smoke lifted into the air like yawning demons. My ears popped and the cat pawed at them, its green eyes contracting.
"It feels like my brain is going to fucking burst out my goddamned ears," He said wincing and knuckling his temples.
"That's probably the bottle of acetone."
"You aren't going to tell anyone, are you?"
"What's going on in here?" I laughed.
"Brewing Gods."
"It smells awful. Have you been taking your medication?"
He shook his head and reached for more ingredients from the kitchen trash bag. The box of Chai crackled in the flames and gray smoke lifted into the air like yawning demons. My ears popped and the cat pawed at them, its green eyes contracting.
"It feels like my brain is going to fucking burst out my goddamned ears," He said wincing and knuckling his temples.
"That's probably the bottle of acetone."
"You aren't going to tell anyone, are you?"