MISS METH OHIO
Kavi sat alone in a sea of women, huffing steam from her coffee cup. Her head throbbed. Her eyeballs were trying to claw their way out of her skull. The murmurs and clinks of morning mess blasted SCUD missiles into her skull. She felt her brains squeezing out her nose, her face a Play-Doh fun factory from hell.
I've really got to cut down to one cup a day," she thought.
Kavi knew exactly what she had to do. If only her nerve-wiggling guts would agree.