2C: Introduction

I always sleep on the bus, it is the way I manage to get to work some days, but his inquisitive tone snapped me awake immediately. I kept my eyes shut, feigning the shaky, bouncing sleep known to those who nap on buses, but I was all ears.

"2C? What in the f* are you talking about?"

2C? Was it a new robot? A version of the Grand Maquis I'd never heard of? What?

He continued on after some moments of quiet listening.

"So, you're telling me this C2, no 2C, is the new thing? How come I've never heard of it?

Now I was riveted to the conversation.

"...well, what the f* am I supposed to do with it? How many n* you see asking for 2C? Sound like bulls* to me...no, you try it and let ME know what the f* I'm supposed to do with it!"

2C...hmmm, I'd never heard of it either. Not that I'm some expert on illegal drugs or anything, but I do know my fair share either from the internet or my ex-fiance. And 2C was definitely one I'd never heard of. Heck, sounded more like a vitamin supplement or a bra size.

"You do what now?! Eat it? How much...no fool, how much do you eat, shorty?"

I could no longer keep my eyes shut. This was fascinating news, much more interesting than the Marta tv feed.

"Milligrams? Sh*, how am I supposed to measure that out?"

I wondered too.

"Nawwww, leave me out of that sh*. I just want the rock and the 'dro. 15 minutes. I DON"T CARE what I'm missin'!" I hear some muttered expletives and and then quiet.

I went back to napping...and woke up 8 stops past my work. Damn! Monday morning for sure. The entire yawning walk to work I kept wondering about the 2C conversation.

Folks, there's something new on the loose. Lock up the kids and cancel allowances. Alert the hospitals, the mental institutions, welfare, the cops, and even the Red Cross. Now we've got some shite called 2C to contend with and if history has taught us anything...then it'll soon be a problem like all the others that came before it.

And this comes from a retired hippy.