Post by rola on Sept 12, 2012 4:16:03 GMT -5
tag;; josh, words;; 1127 , mood;; talkative, VERY HIGH
There was a problem. One thing that many people said was that Rola Collins had a way of moving her mouth in ways that defied logic. No, that isn't a sexual reference or anything of the sort. Instead, the shear volume of the words that escaped her lips baffled many people. She just kept going. She didn't stop. She didn't understand the meaning of the word restraint.
Rola hadn't long left the classroom in order to go to the medical wing to try to get some help. She was coughing and sneezing left and right. Heat was overcoming her body. Something was terribly wrong with her. She knew it. While she would have avoided seeking medical attention most of the time this nasty bug that she caught could not be ignored. The blue shirt she wore was damp from her wiping her nose. She moved with speed walking while putting those blue jeans and white sneakers to work.
Now, of course, it was highly illegal for any person to take prescription medication without a prescription and that was true in many countries. However, nothing was said about over the counter remedies. The common cold was the enemy here. She needed a way to combat this cold. Even before she came to the medical wing she pulled out a pack of cough and cold medicine form her pocket. The packaging was partially crushed from being in the pocket of those tight jeans.
"Take one to two? Ha! That's what those industry fools want us to think. Why would you only take two? I mean, that doesn't make any sense. No sense at all. You should be able to take as many as you want. Wouldn't that be just like chocolate? Wouldn't it be like candy? You should be able to take as many as you want and the cough goes away faster. Right? That has to be right. That has to be," she rambled. The professor was not talking to anybody. Most didn't want to hear her hurricane of a mouth. Therefore, she adapted the habit of talking to herself. Since nobody wanted to hear her she'd have to hold self-conversations.
Common sense told most people to just follow the damn directions. However, as smart as she was, there was a difference between book smarts and stupidity. Sure, not many could school her on politics. But when it came to doing simple things like boiling an egg Rola wasn't exactly the sharpest sword in the sheath. The packaging was opened. She foolishly began gobbling down the tablets. "Mmmmm," she mumbled.
Now, in order to understand what that idiot just did to herself one has to understand this kind of drug. There were chemicals like dextropropoxyphene that helped suppress coughs and other cold-like symptoms. On the flip side this chemical could also induce a hallucinogen type of effect on the body and cause a person to become horribly high. If one understands getting high through these means then eight pills was all that was needed for a woman of Rola's size to go into a trance. However, she didn't take eight pills. This fool took twenty four. That isn't much compared to how some junkies can down nearly ninety of those things to go crazy. Still, her size alone meant that she didn't need much to push her over the edge.
The high didn't kick in immediately. She kept on walking towards the wing. "That stuff is good! Man! They should sell it and call it candy. I can see why the kids love it so much. Still though it ain't as good as chocolate. Wonder why so many kids love this stuff? Doesn't make any sense. I don't get it," she said to herself. She was still in love with the taste. That was the addictive part of this drug. She was already becoming addicted. She wished that she had more. Rola took all the pills that she had. Perhaps a visit to the drug store was needed in order to stock up. This was a way to get rid of her cough and have a tasty treat.
When she reached the medical wing that was when she began to feel weird. The door opened. Rola's eyeballs grew wide. The pupils were wider than the legs of a prostitute. Her feet felt like jelly. Her finger tips felt squishy. A blank stare was on her face. Pretty faces, squirrels, cardboard boxes, dancing one-legged donkeys and unicorns doing their taxes was just the tip of the iceberg of what she was now seeing. She would have taken a seat to view all of the amazement but she couldn't because the walruses wearing purple party hats were sitting down. Rola would have also loved to drink some water but it would be rude to cut the line of the penguins who were holding a sexy llama convention.
The amount of high this woman was experiencing was intense. To say that she was tripping was to understate things just a bit. A storm cloud opened up from the ceiling and a giant lion peeked out from the heavens. The lion spoke to her. "SIMBA! You have forgotten me!" She shook her head. "No, I didn't forget you James Earl Jones. You were Darth Vader for crying out loud," she responded. Mr. Jones, in lion form, frowned. "Of course you forgot me. Disney forgot me too. I mean, I was the only black voice over actor and yet, like every movie, I was the first to die. This is some bullshit."
The lion disappeared. "No! James! Come back! I never asked you how you have such a deep voice and yet bubbly appearance!" She wouldn't have to worry. The feline was replaced with a goat wearing sexy pink lingerie. This creature could stand up on two legs and tap dance with the hooves providing the tapping sound. "Who are you?" she asked. The goat continued to dance. The response was, "It doesn't matter who I am! Go over and eat the candy of sexy joy! Get some of that rainbow!"
In the real world, that "candy of sexy joy" was nothing more than Rola breaking into the medicine closet and retrieving more cough medicine. She didn't have the coordination required to open the packaging. Instead, she was chewing on the hard plastic much like her goat counterpart. Rola was drooling like a faucet. "Om nom nom," she mumbled.
