Cool Trainer Andrew ♂, Day 26: Airing of Grievances

Everyone, I’m sorry for my previous post, truly I am.  You see, I made a slight error in judgment recently, and acted outside of my normal ethical bounds. 

Yet I loved it.

While attempting to deal with the stress of –certain beings- having left me recently, I made my way into the streets at night.  The seedy underbelly of the big city pulled me in, and some odd gentleman standing around the backside of a building called me over to him.  Normally, I avoid characters of his sort, but in my distraught state I went over to him.  Opening his coat, he revealed shriveled brown strips hanging inside. 

“Slowpoke Tails!”  I cried.  The dirty fellow threw a hand over my mouth and told me to keep quiet.  Indeed, they were the illegal substance.  Realizing my situation, I quickly told the man that I would be reporting him to the nearest Officer Jenny.  Quite scared, he panicked, and offered some of the drug to me as a payment for keeping quiet. 

While any other day would see me passing him up on his offer, one special sentence made his offer irresistible: forget.  If there were anything that I desired, it was to forget.

I followed the man down a series of alleyways, the twisting maze of brick dotted by hunched over figures murmuring strange utterances into their knees.  When he deemed that we had gone far enough, he took me behind a rusted metal door.  Filth stuck to the inside of the tiny room, and strange substances leaked from the walls.  Going over to a cheap table positioned at the far end, he removed a small bag from his pocket which was filled with a brownish powder.

“You poked before?”  He inquired.  I shook my head.  I took a metal wand from his pocket as well.  It was fairly plain, save for a scoop at the end of it.  He dipped it into the bag, scooping up a tiny bit of the powder.  Taking it up to his nose, he snorted the stuff deep into himself.  Handing it over to me, I was urged to do it myself.  Guilt of my actions still pressing down upon me, I repeated his actions and “poked”, as all the cool, artery kids say. 

I felt the existence of the universe.  All my senses merged into one, and I was able to watch myself from a distance.  Each movement of my fingers triggered a rush of euphoria, and wiggling my body brought me over the edge.  It was pure ecstatic bliss!  I imagined myself to be a silver flow of mercury, melting and morphing over myself a million times over. 

I don’t recall much of what happened next, just that the man urged me to have more.

I rocked that shit.

Anything may have happened within the last two days, I’ve honestly no idea.  I came out of my state this morning, a Nurse Joy poking me in the head.  She told me that I would have to leave this moment, no matter how comfortable I was beneath her desk.  Rising up, I found myself in the lower level of a Pokémon Center, the trading station.  She didn’t have any relevant information about how I had gotten there.  I thanked her kindly and left the place. 

It appeared that I had made my way to Cerulean City.  I must have poked a little harder than I anticipated.  Not only that, but I discovered another pokéball on my belt.  Releasing the mysterious thing, I found it to be housing a Pinsir.  The pokémon had apparently been painted purple, and came out looking like it had just run a marathon.  Startled, I returned it to its ball.  What did I do!?

In my back pocket there was also about 200 pd.  The bills looked crisp.  I hope I didn’t do anything illegal to obtain these. 

While I did enjoy my experience with poking, I don’t think that it’s something I’ll go back to.  Using substances to forget one’s past transactions is never the healthiest path.  Perhaps I’ll turn to something constructive, like pottery. 

Anyway, while I’m here, I might as well do some training. 

Any information would be nice,
Cool Trainer Andrew ♂