Step One Feel the bare mattress scratch against your thighs and moan in self-pity ‘cause it hurts like a- Rub broken knuckle stubs into your temples. Stretch out one two three toes and pretend not to taste ashes on your tongue. (Forget to brush the cancer out of your mouth again?)
Step Two OPEN YOUR ******* EYES Oh don't be so ******* self-righteous. Use scarlet nails to probe Scarlett pupils, wipe away the morning slime and marijuana high, because quite frankly, no-one wants to see that.
Step Three The carpet has another puke stain. Lovely.
Step Four Walk around Carpet’s new addition. Choose to be Superman- leave lights off. You're not Superman. Bump in T.V. stand, dressing table, fan. Jesus Kid. How many more bruises do you want to acquire? ‘Sal right though. They’ll fit in just fine.
Step Five Bathroom. Violet fluorescent bulb-ly lights that nobody likes. Twitchtwitchtwitch. Come on now- when’s the last time you’ve changed them? Yellow ****- not surprising.
Step Six Wow. You have not gotten any better looking. The poetically inclined ****** with knotty curls and a brazen face your mother likes to call Darling, is staring from that cracked up mirror into your pink, anemic eyes. And man. Even your ******* reflection wants to jump ship.
Step Seven Where are your shoes? Socks?
Step Eight High school really is Hell, huh? Keep your head up Kid; or down… Last night’s hurrah is still evident in those washed out, glazed eyes rolling around in your head. But don’t worry- you’ve got a small token of the American Dream in your back pocket! You didn’t forget did you?! Ah- Happy Birthday Kid; enjoy your ******* oxy- and try to stop shaking. You look a mother ******* drug addict.