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"Yo, check it out, man!" said Brian.
"What?" Carter asked. He looked up, to where Brian was pointing. He saw nothing but clothes. Shirts, skirts, trousers. They hung low. A long silky dress was touching Carter's forehead.
"A giant snake guy!" said Brian. He grinned like an idiot.
"A snake guy?" said Carter.
"Yeah! Like a cobra, or something.'s got the hood an' all."
"What's it doing?"
Brian shrugged. His bare arm brushed against Carter's. Carter flinched. He was. Too-o-o-o. Fucking. High. The touch was. Tingles. It was. The touch. The tingly touch. Carter liked it. A little too much he did. He separated himself from Brian.
"What's it doing?" he asked again.
"Looking out the window," said Brian. " I think he's kinda... anxious? You know, walking back-n-forth..."
Carter snorted.
"Walking? A snake? Pfft, ha-ha!"
"For reals, man!" said Brian."He's wearing some kinda techno... thingy? You know..."

He spoke slowly. Too fucking slowly. He chewed on words. He kept losing focus. It was hard for Carter, too. He was sure Brian was making the shit up. Like always. They took the same fucking dose. Now Brian would always have the weirdest spacefuckingtrips. He would trip stars. Black holes, G-waves. All the cool shit. How come Carter didn't get any of it? It was the same fucking blotter.
He wanted the rest of the story though.
"What thingy?" he asked.
"Like, you know, fake arms, fake legs,"said Brian, "all mechanical. Shiny... N-nice."
"Nah, man, you're fucking with me!" Carter moaned. His head was heavy. It floated off his body and into the dome of Liam's mom's silky dress. The weed cupcake was saying ''hi'' to the blotter Carter was still sucking on. He heard his best friend's distant voice.
"N0," said Brian. "He's right there! Look!"

Carter could not look. Every time he tried to, he saw angles. Stray particles. Colored sand dancing. Shiny thumpa-thumpa waves from down below. Yeah! Come on, baby! Now we're talking. He leaned back against a soft pile of some... thing. There were socks, ties and handkerchiefs sticking from under his butt. He was tripping nuts.

He smiled.
"You're such a liar, Brian Twist!" he said. Man, I love you, to bits, he almost slipped. "Fuck you!" He said out loud.
Brian giggled.
"Why am I not you, man?" Carter asked.
Brian giggled.
"It's like, you know," Carter continued, "you're always getting the neat stuff. All I get is colors."
"Knock it off," said Brian. "The thing's ours! That's the whole point."

He leaned onto Carter. Their chests pressed tight. Carter gasped.

"Is he still there?" he whispered. "The snake man?"
He could not speak. It was getting hot inside the closet. Stuffy. Carter needed to get out. He wanted air. He wanted to breathe. He stayed put. With Brian. His head was spinning. He was. Losing it.

"Nah, he's gone," said Brian. "You ruined it."

His voice came muffled from under Carter's lower jaw he bumped his mouth into, which caused a full-on meltdown on Carter. He became liquid. Then he became a swarm of giggling butterflies. Then he became laser beams all over the place. Bam! Bam! Bam!
Brian kept breathing into his neck. More. More. More.
"Hey," he whispered. "The cupcake kickin' in yet?"

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