Street value of Z
I need to find a new drug dealer.
Yes.
My current supplier, a guy who goes by the name “Sandman,” is giving me bad product. We’re talking “substituting-baking-soda-for-cocaine” bad. He needs to be dealt with.
When I first bought my drug “Sleep” from him, (also known on the streets as “Rest,” “Forty Winks,” “Z,” and “Nighty-night,”) he whispered conspiratorially in my ear that I would be so high on this stuff that I would be, “out for like, seven or eight hours” and that I wouldn’t even notice the outer world.
Well, I don’t know if I just need a bigger fix or if he’s ripping me off, but currently, every time I take some “sleep,” I’m only out for about five hours. And contradictory to his claims that I wouldn’t pay any attention to real-world happenings while under the influence, I have noticed these side effects:
- hypersensitivity to traffic noises
- nightmares about large crows and Tom Cruise
- desire to kill upstairs neighbor who is apparently playing leapfrog whilst wearing cement shoes
- inability to fall back into trance-like state upon being awakened by visions of a cat pawing unmercifully at the closet door while another one attacks my toes at four in the morning
Anyone got any connections? I need to escape from the world for at least eight hours a night man, this five-hour crap’s getting old.
