Adam
My body is a temple
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
"Yes. If you haven't picked up on the fact I do drugs by now Amalia, I'm kinda worried." Adam was not at all self-conscious about his use of questionable substances. In his opinion, more people should have been doing them. Never mind the years he'd spent in gutters or in debt or sick; those weren't the fun sexy stories he could tell.
He was about to put them back in his bag, sure she would object, when she asked her question. With a smirk, he held out them out towards her and widened his eyes. "First, you'll turn green. Then you'll throw up worms. Then you'll die." Waiting a second for dramatic effect, he then leaned back and shook his head, laughing. "Nah, this is pretty mild shit. Uh...you might feel kinda floaty, colours might look more intense? Things will be more funny. I dunno, it does different stuff to different people. But it's not gonna be wild. Sides, if anything goes wrong, I'll be right there, and trust me I've got the experience."
