Schizophrenic

There was a growing sound of chewing mouths and clatter of plates and forks coming from one of the lower class citizen's homes. Conversation made its way through the mouths and spit of residents and gave dopamine fixes for productivity to all of the humans intertwined in a vineyard of words. IV units were given to each of the members at the table dripping precious heroin into their bodies.

The house was completely destroyed and infested with rats and mice. Clutter filled the home with plastics and tupperware hoarded as means of a homeopathic remedy to keep the radiation at safe levels. Inside the house, there were pipe problems from the lack of plumbing resources and care.

The conversation was devouring the silence as the inhabitants devoured the gray sludge of protein nutrients and carbohydrates provided from the state.

"Daddy, why do we eat like poor people?"

"We are poor Jack."

"But couldn't we at least cut the cocaine out. Maybe the heroine IVs too? I'm sick and tired of those things."

"Jack, food tastes bland and disgusting without those things. Those are vital to the pleasure of eating. Here, I have some cocaine. Make a line and snort it. See if that might change your mind."

Jack made a line of the white powder and violently snorted it. His head flew back.

"That change your mind?"

Jack was sent into a high and couldn't even comprehend the question that his father asked. After forty five minutes or so, Jack came back to his senses.

"I don't know daddy, all this stuff just isn't pleasurable for me. I want something else for life."

"This is the best that I have for you bud. If you finish the rest of your sludge, maybe we can talk about how you're gonna change the world if you get off of some addictions."

Jack's father was so addicted to all of the hard drugs and had become completely desensitized to the highs that they gave. He would start his day with heroin, then snuff some cocaine, and constantly be taking hits of his meth pipe during work. His body was giving up from all of his self suicidal violations of addictions and desperations. Most of his teeth were either blackened or missing, and his hair had all fallen out. His skin broke out into harsh boils, and tumors infected his organs. The only thing that was keeping him alive was his spite and anger towards the state.

"Dad, I just want to feel. I don't care if it hurts. I just want to feel."

The drug addict sat in silence and contemplated for a moment. Then, he shook his head out of disagreement of his own thoughts and grabbed his tin of cocaine.