[ CW ] - `` This is not a normal Bomb . It 's a Soul Bomb . ''

“ So you picked up? ” he asked. 
 
 I dipped another chip in the bowl of guacamole on the table next to me. 
 
 *Easy there, kid. Don ’ t get too desperate. * 
 
 I looked at my watch. Shit, I still had time to buy a pack of stogs. 
 
 “ It ’ s in the bag. ” I flicked my head to show him where. He thumbed his gums, then scratched his ass, then thumbed his gums again. Some tweakers man... At least have the decency to have a little hygiene. He walked to get his drugs inside of the bag. 
 
 “ The fuck is this? ” he stammered. Pangs of confusion shot through him, I noticed. He ’ s been a loyal customer. I decided to treat him with something *good* this time. You know? Material benefits, or something like that. 
 
 “ This aint a Bomb. I asked for a Bomb. ” 
 
 “ This isn ’ t a normal Bomb. It ’ s a Soul Bomb. ” 
 
 For a moment, his face was filled with glee, then he just looked drunk. He ’ s always drunk though. 
 
 “ LSD, mixed with... some new synthetic. My buddy who ’ s a chemical engineer made it. Says its the new big thing.'' 
 
 His face pinched with approval. 
 
 “ May I? ” he stuttered. 
 
 “ Just don ’ t get caught again ” I said. 
 
 He tore open the smiley-face wrapper, and popped the small green chewy. 
 
 “ You got me green-apple flavor? Shit, you always forget! I wanted orange-flavor man! ” he slobbered. 
 
 “ Get out of here. ” 
 
 He smiled, and handed me three tall stacks. 
 
 “ I ’ ll be back next week man ” he said. 
 
 “ Careful creep. Maybe you ’ ll find your soul during the trip. ” 
 
 We both chuckled. He walked out, stomping, and stumbling, as usual. I looked down at my watch. Tick. Tick. Tick. The next batch was ready for pick up soon. I turned on the T.V., lit up a new cig, and dozed off while watching re-runs of Spongebob.
