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Scrawny kids with ashy skins: smell of narcotics hangs heavily in the air. Smoke makes for hazy viewing, the daze makes for lazy feelings. Muddled thoughts skewed with alcohol induced hallucinations of adroitness, illusions of finesse and delusions of grandeur… Dimly lit rooms with neon lights accented by putrid smells of burning herbs adulterated with the acrid stench of unwashed bodies. Char stains upon the sofa that will never be removed, soot covering the ceiling and walls in murals of intricate patterns of alternating shades of grey and black. Semi lifeless bodies lay huddled on the floors, like a giant heap of human excrement, with scattered limbs and haphazardly thrown arms jutting out in places… Staring coldly, blurrily into space through bloodshot eyes that see everything yet see nothing: dreaming pipe dreams and thinking wild thoughts; passively existing, acquiescently fading, slowly deteriorating until the moment when the eyes close never to open again…