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i wrote this story at a very troubled time in my life. "Jack and the terrible, horrible, no bad very good day." Once there was jack. Jack was the owner of a rather boring life, and he hated himself. Normality is the eighth deadly sin. Anyhow, one day while walking down the street, jack decided that he would be happier as a junkie. So he proceeded to buy a syringe, some cotton swabs, and a gram of china white(east coast heroin is soooo much better). Jack went home and prepped his date for the evening, whom he had named Heroine. He tied his arm, readied the syringe and…uh-oh. Jack found, rather abruptly, that he had no veins. Why could this be? Jack was suddenly thrown into a violent vortex of a flashback to a childhood physical exam. He saw himself and a rather pale doctor who was trying to take blood from him. Jack had no blood. Puncture after puncture produced nothing but confusion for the doctor. Sucked back into reality, jack remembered the cause for his lack of blood and absence of veins. Jack was one of the rarest and most potent humans alive…he had no heart. Hell, this wasn’t going to stop Jack. He had lived like this for all of his life, pale complexion and all, and it wasn’t going to stop him from furthering his pathetic existence. He was going to do heroin, damnit! Jack looked at his arm, chose a tender spot and injected hell into his body. The liquefied terror sat like a lump in his forearm, since he had no organ to pump it through to anywhere else. Jack felt little more than a slight discomfort where the needle had been, but his arm immediately began to hallucinate. This was the first time his arm had ever tried narcotics, and was taking it rather harshly. Fierce growls and screams began to emanate from jack’s arm, as the arm saw horrifying illusions of bodiless legs running around the house. Jack put his arm into a cold shower until it calmed down and quit speaking in tongues. Jack told his arm that he would take it to treatment the next day so it could get some methadone. Jack and arm calmed down and prepared to go to bed. Arm, being worm out from the experience, passed out immediately. Jack watched his arm peacefully snoring and felt himself drifting away into the land of sleepy nerds. With a shake of his head he uttered, “Maybe next time I’ll try shooting up my head…” AND THEN HE HAD A NIGHTMARE!!!! the end
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