Just feeling the pulse of life in your veins

Just feeling the pulse of life in your veins amped up. The beat beat beat of your heart, hammering in your chest. The rush of oxygen. When it stops, the echo in that silent place

. The quiet room absorbed all noise though acoustic baffles. When I worked there, the loudest sound was blood thrumming in my ears. But after an hour, I heard hushed voices

whispering to me. "Keviiiiin...let us ooouuuttt...releeeease usssss from your miiiiind..." Hands clawing through my hair, I wondered how long I could bear working in the quiet room

with all of that racket inside me own noggin. "Keviiiiiiin..." the voices continued, rising to a crescendo. I was regretting taking the job at the Advanced Acoustics Facility in

Lubbock Texas. He kept yelling "Kevin!" Didn't he understand? That life was behind me. I'd given up film, and comedy. Jason Mewes screamed again, "Keviiiiiiiin!" Just let me be a f

*ckin' drug addict & leave me alone, was what Kevin was thinking as he hid in the bushes, waiting for Jason to give up. "Keviiiiiiiiin! Come out! I know you're hiding somewhere!"

the past three weeks and he wasn't about to stop now. Jason eventually coerced Kevin out of hiding with some even more potent cocaine stored within his flashlight. At that point,

Kevin knew the only way to save Jason was telling him the truth. A truth more painful than the absence of the drugs

The same drugs that brought them both to this very moment. On the brink of utter chaos and the complete destruction of everything they had worked towards.