Dead Inside

by Chandler Morrison

(whose English vocabulary was humorously limited to phrases he picked up on while binging on American internet porn), but it just made me feel nervous and jittery. It didn’t help that, every time he passed the joint to me, he would say things like, “Come on my titties”, or “Lick my asshole, you fuck”. I don’t think he knew what he was saying, but it nevertheless made an already uncomfortable experience even more awkward. Since then, I’ve seen no reason to give drugs another go.