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Opening his eyes was hard enough. The curtains were closed and his vision was hazy from the faded white light piercing through those heavy curtains. The air reeked of stale perfume, slightly worsening his hungover state. Sam had no idea what day it was, or what time for that matter. He reached for his pants on the floor, snatching his phone from one of his front pockets. It was dead. 

He let out a long [color=teal][i]"fuuuuuuuuck"[/i][/color] as he struggled to get up from this unfamiliar bed. He immediately recognized the apartment building he was in, but he had no clue who's room he was in. It wouldn't have been as tough if he didn't still have the bandages around his arms, but it definitely reinforced his ego knowing he could pull something like this off even with his injuries.

Unsure of whether his gracious host would return soon, he quickly dressed himself. His clothes smelled like old Natty Light. Walking into the bathroom, he pulled out his cigarette pack and dug around for a Vyvanse. A 40mg pop would keep him up all day, and he washed it down with water lapped straight from the faucet. He was dehydrated, and it was hitting him quick and hard. He stuck his head sideways in the sink and gulped... hard.

His heart began racing. Looking up at the mirror, Sam saw his eyes dilated. His head cleared. His muscles ached significantly less. In his newly satisfied state, Sam cleared out of the building. The restlessness was coming up. His hands were getting slightly jittery. Outside, he pulled out a cigarette and frantically searched himself for a lighter.

[color=teal]"Fucking-A."[/color] Head up, he saw a man in a black suit next to him. [color=teal]"Got a light?[/color]

[color=lightgreen]"Samuel Pikus?"[/color] Sam's head snapped to meet the stranger's. The man held up an engraved Zippo and lit Sam's cigarette. With his other hand, the suit held up an envelope. [color=lightgreen]"For you."[/color] Sam snatched it out and held it in front of his face for a second, still in a slight state of confusion over what was occurring. [color=lightgreen]"I suggest you wait until you get home to open that..."[/color]

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[color=teal]"So, my flight's in a couple hours..."[/color] Sam frantically spoke as he walked into his dorm.

[color=cornsilk]"What?"[/color]

[color=teal]"Yeah, I totally forgot it was today."[/color] He began laying his clothes out and quickly folded them. It wouldn't take long; all of Sam's things could fit into a suitcase, his duffel bag, and his backpack. He enjoyed having minimal possessions. Mere [i]things[/i] were nothing to stress over for him.

[color=cornsilk]"What the fuck are you talking about?"[/color]

[color=teal]"Bruh, I start tomorrow."[/color] Sam had given this story over the phone to his father, who didn't ask many questions and had always given constant unconditional support, no matter what Sam did. This time, he'd have to coordinate his body language so his roommate would buy it.

[color=cornsilk]"Start what? Dude, I have no idea what you're talking about right now."[/color]

[color=teal]"I haven't told you? I got an offer for some Data Mining position down in Chile. I'll be gone for the rest of the semester."[/color] He and his roommate had bonded significantly this year, forcing their 3rd roommate out and pledging the same fraternity. [color=teal]"The pay is pretty dope, but I'll probably be back next term. No sense in throwing away this degree just so I can live the rest of my life crunching numbers in some shit-hole, right?"[/color]

Within the hour, all of Sam's clothes were packed. He gathered all his prescription bottles and began pouring them into the toilet of their bathroom. [color=teal]"Now help me get all this shit packed."[/color] He and his roommate had made a killing in the freshmen crowd dealing stimulants en masse. His share of cocaine, MDMA, and every other party and study drug were packed into capsules and his bottles were refilled. [color=teal]"The rest of my cut is in the safe with yours. You can keep it all, I'll just take a bit of cash for the trip."[/color]

[color=cornsilk]"You know, they got shit bud down in Latin America. That Mexican brick weed is like the standard."[/color]

And almost like clockwork, Sam's cab buzzed his phone. [color=teal]"Gotta go! I'll see you next semester."[/color] He exchanged a handshake and hug with his roommate, who would diffuse this news to everyone else. It seemed like a solid story, and nobody would look too much into it.

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He sat in the terminal of Washington Dulles for what felt like hours. Sam was certainly early to his flight, but that was just the type of guy he was. Ticket in hand, Sam wondered what this was all about. He was quick to respond to this new information, and at first it felt adventurous, but the more he was able to sit and think about it, his decision felt overly-impulsive. [color=powderblue][i]What the fuck am I doing?[/i][/color] There was no turning back now. Any alternative plan he could have formulated dissipated the second he embraced this one. Surely, it was urgent.

They called his flight to board, and Sam was trying to keep his sanity. [color=powderblue][i]At least I'll be riding first class.[/i][/color] A smile crept over his face, as he gradually began to accept the adventure ahead of him.