Well, that's the third and final story from my coursework; now i've just got the poems left. Since we had to write under a five hundred word limit I kind of feel that it could have been better but that's enough from me.
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Ugh, if theirs one day I’ll never forget in my life it’s the day I got overdosed. I’m just lucky no one realized that I was drugged up at the time; otherwise I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be were I am now…
At the time, I just joined the New York City police force and was still getting used to my neck of the city, when I accidentally stumbled on a massive drug deal in an old abandoned warehouse.
Anyway, long story short, I arrested both the dealer and the buyer without sustaining any injury to myself, minus a few scratches, along with obtaining over at least a ton in illegal drugs, all in one night. Not a bad start to my law enforcement carrier, if I do say so myself. Of course, this was all before I got drugged up.
If only I had done a proper search on the two dealers; how the hell was I supposed to know that the second one had a lockpick hidden inside the lining of his jacket? Completely weaponless, with back up about to arrive, the only thing he could do was throw a powdery version of the drug in my face before running off.
Now, here we reach a small snag, I didn’t exactly inhale it out of reflex; I was to intent on trying to catch him… lets just say that I believed in the future and that you can overcome anything for now, I’m to tired to think up a proper excuse right now.
Anyway, unknown to me, the stuff he threw in my face was actually a high-grade drug, so it started to kick in only after five minutes of chasing the second dealer through darkened alleyways, before finally losing him after he jumped over a high fence. Then came the hallucinations.
Thankfully, I realized that I was hallucinating when the bins suddenly grew fangs and started snapping at my heels. That, and the two gladiators that suddenly started fighting upside down in mid-air…
And now we come to the most important part: the strip club. As you’ve probably heard, I went in there only because I saw the dealer run in… That, and the neon sign was really pretty…
Anyway, after getting past the bouncer, who I thought looked like giant sponge, I entered the club, caught sight of the dealer, before stopping dead and starring at the sight of Satan and a few other demons dancing on the center of the stage. In reality, they were strippers, but I still couldn’t help but gawk at them, even after I had caught the dealer after running around the stage after him.
Well, that about wraps up this report. But even today, after 20 long years, I still can’t forget that image. Even in my dreams I can’t seem to escape the sight of the hordes of hell in the middle of performing an elaborate tap dance…
