Paranoia Pills

On the Shelf:	Behind the Counter:
₵$32 Ghost Tobacco (20)	₵$55 Chocolate Bar
₵$20 Bloody Mary	₵$113 Bottled Emotions
₵$50 El Dorado Green (1/4)	₵$26 Beard Cobwebs
₵$3 Mugwump Jism (g)	₵$78 Tofu Which Pairs Perfectly with Your Wine (350g)
₵$1 Slut Root (kg)	₵$21 Cuck Chair
₵$25 Marital Aid Potion	₵$50 Self-Cooking Olive Oil (375 ml)
₵$25 Quetzalcoatl Feathers (doz.)	₵$44 Quad-Option Flare Gun
₵$5 Blue Roses (doz.)	₵$221 Coles Red (10L)
₵$67 Mythril (oz.)	₵$36 Stone 80
₵$14 BZTCN	₵$240 Brick of Cocaine

 

This Week's Special:

Cameron is an artist following his chemical muse and not the bottom line. He does not take commissions but he does take requests, usually from the red women always peeking through keyhole. Sometimes he even takes requests from real people, when his chemical muse needs a day off. If somebody would like to use requested drugs, however, they must indicate this by forking out something of reciprocal weirdness.

Paranoia Pills provide the all-encompassing pattern recognition of certain marijuanas with none of the dumb. By design, they last for an hour ± two minutes before metabolism passes them into bladder. A convenient side effect is that they make closed doors, or what lies beyond them, terrifying.

The market for this product, not a client, wants to get their weekly paranoia out of the way. They are youngish, single and pass a mature woman, who fills jeans quite nicely, on their work rounds. They may chat with security guard who has high praise for third party’s relationship with older woman. Oh shit, I must have copped a perve, I don’t remember copping a perve, when did I last wank?

That market is Edward the Human Green Screen.

 

* Blogspot will probably say that this posted in May, but it has just turned June where I am at.