A Story About Drugs

Imagine a world without rules, no consequences, only chaos. Well, this is that story. 

"This is your Captain speaking" a crackly voice, half giddy and quite stoned, rang out over the plane's intercom. I focused on reading the paper. A loud crash was heard, followed by a shout of "FUCK!" and the shattering glass was heard. He slammed the microphone back down into it's holder. That whiskey sour he just made, along with the tequila shot, was wasted. It was expensive liquor.

Drunk again, The Captain attempted to regain sobriety but clearly failed. The bloodshot eyes couldn't be cured with Visine this time.

The co-pilot had smuggled in a bong, and they had both taken the largest hit of Cannabis. They emptied an entire air freshener trying to cover up the smell. 

"God dammit Jim!" he shouted angrily, waving his arms in the air furiously. The intense aroma of sour rancid cheese fills the cockpit. "Oh no, I think I f*cking shit myself Captain" Jim said, waving his arms toward the Captain. The Captain reached for the microphone, and pressed down on the button.

"Stop it you motherfucker" he yelled out loud. 

Suddenly, all the passengers were dead quiet. The co-pilot was busy loading another round of weed into the chamber, pretending to do safety checks and answering the control tower's questions. You'd never know Jim was completely stoned out of his mind. But there he was, giving departure request for a runway.

The Captain pulled out a mirror, and began lining up 2 rows of white powder. "How much time we got?" he asked Jim. Jim looks up to the clock and says "About 10 minutes you dirty bastard". Jim tries to grab the mirror from The Captain but he's far too quick. "Not so fast you sneaky dirty motherfucker!" he yells, still clenching the microphone. Another broadcast.

"You are dead to me son" The Captain said, pulling an imaginary noose around his neck. "Now let's get this plane off the ground" as he took 2 large rips of the cocaine.

[ To be continued ]