storytime: panacea 13
"wish i was too dead to care,
if indeed i cared at all.
never had a voice to protest,
so you fed me shit to digest.
i wish i had a reason;
my flaws are open season.
for this, i gave up trying,
one good turn deserves my dying."_"bother"_stone sour
panacea number 13
i walked down the short aisle, scanning the labels down from a to b to c. my eyes stopped at p, and then i scanned down to panacea. number 1, number 2, number 3. i stopped at 13: minty taste, drowsy, also available in gel capsule. maximum strength, guaranteed or your money back. i checked the price: forty nine dollars, ninety nine cents. i grabbed the gel capsules and headed back to the cashier. she was a young girl, about half my age. she looked bored and was listening through a pair of earphones, reading on the job. i tapped her on the shoulder and she glared up at me before scanning the bottle and telling me my total. i reached into my pocket and pull out the single bill i had laying in there. i handed the bill to her, and she gave me my receipt. i told her i wanted my change back.
the day was sunny and bright. the sky blue and clear. the car was hot when i sat down in it, so i turned the ac on high and let it cool in the parking lot before driving away. i drove to the little hill behind where the old theatre used to be. in the seventies, this used to be lovers lane. where all the guys took their girls and made out with them in the back seats of their parents cars. now, the road was gravel. the theatre was covered in graffiti, and no one came here out of love or lust. they came here for drug deals or for privacy. i came for the latter. that, and i came to see the sunset. i turned the radio up until my ears began to hurt, and then made it just a little louder. i sat with the ac on high, and watched as the sun set slowly over the dead theatre. i could feel the pain more than ever. i missed you more than ever. i opened the bottle of panacea 13. there was only two pills inside. guaranteed or my money back. i dry swallowed them both, wincing as they went down my throat. i stared at the sun coming down over the theatre. my eyes were red and swollen with tears i held back. they burned from the bright light. panacea 13: the miracle drug. cures everything wrong with you. i watched as the sun finally went away, and the darkness of the night came over everything. i turned the lights off in the car, and closed my eyes. i laid the seat back, and listened to the radio. i couldnt focus on the music anymore, all the sounds started to blur and fade together. panacea 13: for when there is no other cure for what ails you. i could no longer hear anymore, and i couldnt feel the burning in my eyes anymore, so i knew it had taken effect. i knew that i would soon be another satisfied customer of panacea.
if indeed i cared at all.
never had a voice to protest,
so you fed me shit to digest.
i wish i had a reason;
my flaws are open season.
for this, i gave up trying,
one good turn deserves my dying."_"bother"_stone sour
panacea number 13
i walked down the short aisle, scanning the labels down from a to b to c. my eyes stopped at p, and then i scanned down to panacea. number 1, number 2, number 3. i stopped at 13: minty taste, drowsy, also available in gel capsule. maximum strength, guaranteed or your money back. i checked the price: forty nine dollars, ninety nine cents. i grabbed the gel capsules and headed back to the cashier. she was a young girl, about half my age. she looked bored and was listening through a pair of earphones, reading on the job. i tapped her on the shoulder and she glared up at me before scanning the bottle and telling me my total. i reached into my pocket and pull out the single bill i had laying in there. i handed the bill to her, and she gave me my receipt. i told her i wanted my change back.
the day was sunny and bright. the sky blue and clear. the car was hot when i sat down in it, so i turned the ac on high and let it cool in the parking lot before driving away. i drove to the little hill behind where the old theatre used to be. in the seventies, this used to be lovers lane. where all the guys took their girls and made out with them in the back seats of their parents cars. now, the road was gravel. the theatre was covered in graffiti, and no one came here out of love or lust. they came here for drug deals or for privacy. i came for the latter. that, and i came to see the sunset. i turned the radio up until my ears began to hurt, and then made it just a little louder. i sat with the ac on high, and watched as the sun set slowly over the dead theatre. i could feel the pain more than ever. i missed you more than ever. i opened the bottle of panacea 13. there was only two pills inside. guaranteed or my money back. i dry swallowed them both, wincing as they went down my throat. i stared at the sun coming down over the theatre. my eyes were red and swollen with tears i held back. they burned from the bright light. panacea 13: the miracle drug. cures everything wrong with you. i watched as the sun finally went away, and the darkness of the night came over everything. i turned the lights off in the car, and closed my eyes. i laid the seat back, and listened to the radio. i couldnt focus on the music anymore, all the sounds started to blur and fade together. panacea 13: for when there is no other cure for what ails you. i could no longer hear anymore, and i couldnt feel the burning in my eyes anymore, so i knew it had taken effect. i knew that i would soon be another satisfied customer of panacea.