As I entered the room I noticed a punch bowl filled to the rim with brightly colored pills - hot pink, electric orange, laser green, and a plethora of other exotic varieties. There were obviously a lot that were already gone. What time was it? I had decided that morning to leave my phone at home. No-phone days were nice, because I didn't have to worry. I just never knew what time it was past sunset. That was okay, because after sunset, time could stretch, scrunch, and fold in on itself.
I grabbed one of the orange pills and held it in my palm, squinting at it but knowing that I wasn't going to figure out what it was. Sometimes squinting seemed to give you insight. A different angle.
A girl brushed by me to the bowl and rummaged for a moment before settling on a white one, so white it nearly glowed.
"Hey," I said, tapping her shoulder. She whirled around to face me, grinning. She stood about half a head below me, with curly brown hair. It was her eyes, though. Large, round, with long lashes, I stared right through them, soaking up their deep, radiant pools of green flecked with gold. This was the first time I had met her, or at least, that's what I thought. "Do you know what this one is?" I said.
I wasn't really a fan of pills. All of my buddies that had gotten into them were hung up on them, sought them out at every spare opportunity, to every last cent in the checking accounts. But I had given up, stopped caring when I realized that as a twenty-one year old, I'd have no better time to try things out, my body being near its peak and probably staying there for five years or so. So these five years were dedicated to doing everything that humans could do. Afterwards I could quit my habits. Quitting was easy. I had tried quitting harder things - meat, television, women, and I realized that it was pretty simple to just not do something than to do it.

But why quit