Laced Bud.

"Never take candy from strangers," parents would always say. I was unaware, but I learned the hard way there's more than candy to say no to. A group of men, well dressed in New Orleans, casually passed a pipe of weed. Looking at the stuff, I assumed it was Granddaddy Purp. Sure, why not, I'm walking home anyways. I took a big inhale, tipped them a dollar as "thanks" and walked on.

The mistake was instant, I passed around 5 cars until everything blew up. The world just exploded. The smoke went out of my eyes and everything looked normal, I look back, the men are gone. I kept walking, every car I passed alarms went off. One car full of puppies melting like wax. I kept walking. The ground was inexistent, but I kept walking. Maintaining posture.

I blink and every car became a police force vehicle. I blink again, FBI. Another blink, S.W.A.T.

It's just a trip, I kept calm.

My shoes were cast iron and everyone was a Mafia Man, watching me.

I do not remember the rest of that night. A certain guy looked at me, and at a blink's notice I'm in my bedroom. Watching the blades of the ceiling fan fly off and puncture the walls, which leaked blood in the cracks.