Blacktail Deer Plateau and i’ll be right outside your front door on my 12 speed

nts: 5w 5d

Cupid had been keeping up with a very consistent schedule since he had returned from the river. Wake up, throw up, cry about how much life sucked. One shitty day after the next. He would've allowed himself to rot in his den if it were not for the poppy seeds he had stashed away.

At first he ate them sparingly. Two a day, three if he was more fucked up than usual. But as time went by he took more. Four, six, eight. There was a little voice that always scolded him for taking too much. Just like your stupid fucking mother, it'd hiss, You saw what that shit did to her and now look at you! Making the same mistake she did. He never understood why his mom stuffed herself with toxic shit until now. The high was amazing. It allowed him to escape his troubles just for a few hours and silence that little voice.

Cupid had just finished off the last of his stash. He'd have to drag himself back to the river later. For now he leaned back against a tree and giggled to himself.