K-Hole

“I’m going to vomit,” Shannon said, hopping up and staggering to the bathroom. She had eaten too many magic mushrooms too quickly.

“Who wants some more k?”

Five people walked like zombies through the Happy Fucking Birthday balloons that littered the floor to fill their nostrils with more ketamine.

Then somebody named Noah arrived clutching a satchel in his hand and went directly to the back room, taking wide, awkward strides. I passed the bong to my friend who had the same confused look on her face I did.

There were already so many drugs in the house, what could he possibly have to offer?

Suddenly chatter picked up in the back room.

“What’s this?”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t even know what that is actually.”

They were going through the satchel.

“Do you have a job for me in your bag of tricks?”

The whole house erupted in laughter at Karl’s ketamine-fueled statement.

“Karl, stop trying to fight the house.”

I turned my head and saw Karl through the doorway staring menacingly at the wall, ready to throw another punch. He then walked through the living room and over to the front door. He flopped down on his back and began spinning like an upside-down turtle. He suddenly stopped and lay in silence. He was stuck in a k-hole.

Five minutes later, he popped up and looked me calmly in the face.

“Good morning,” he said.

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