Street Spirit (Fade Out)

Laughing, I turned to my left, opening the bottom drawer of the side table next to my bed. I sat up and took out the ashtray, papers, and lighter and placed them on the bed. I reached back in and withdrew the shimmering purple package. The letters "OMG" were printed on one side, along with a picture of dopey from snow white, except he had blood red eyes and a joint in his hand.
Spice.
K-2.
Synthetic Marijuana.
I picked up the package of papers and took one out, laying it down on an old hardcover book. Having just bought it yesterday, the package was full, so I pinched a generous amount between my fingers and sprinkled it in the papers crease. Skillfully, I tucked one end of the paper around the spice, made a tight cylinder, licked the other end of the paper and rolled it between my fingers. I had a joint in my hand.
"Do you want any?"
"I'm okay for now" she said.
Not objecting, I lit the end of the spliff and, placing my lips on the other end, inhaled. I closed my eyes, lowered myself onto my side. I became myself again. I sucked in again, and again, and again. Listening to Radiohead, I let months and months go by. When i opened my eyes again, she was gone and I realized I had lost everything. So, laughing, I turned to my left, opening the bottom drawer of the side table next to my bed...