Frank Bacon Made Me Do It - Part 9

I'm back at my desk, it's a quiet night. I haven't heard from Frank in sometime. The drugs on the street are trash, I miss my pills. You don't understand, Have you ever flown on Frank's pills? Afterwords, sex seem trite. I'm in the mood for Pi.

Earlier today I got a call, it was this lady, has a connection to Frank. I expressed my need to speak with him. She talked in circles spouting out about movements, places and expectations. My head was hurting, I can't understand these people, they make no sense to me. All their cryptic shit and twisted tales, I just want the fucking pills.

“WHERE IS FRANK!?” I yelled out. This woman clearly knew something and wasn't being straight. Why is she calling me today? It's been over a year now and I'm just not the same. I look at the World differently. I look at myself and see this flesh I just want to peel off of me. I hung up on her. I hope she's not upset with me. GOD, I am just confused.

I haven't slept in days, heavy bags under the eyes, I'm dirty and I stink. I need a shower and something to make me feel good. I am addicted to feeling good, anything, just make me feel something. I turn on my computer to get off.

RING RING RING

I jump up to answer the phone quickly, “HELLO!” it's a WALL. “FUCK YOU!” I slam the phone down.

RING RING

I pick up the phone, “WHY!?” I hear a voice on the other end say, “It's me Frank. I need you”

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