Angel Tears

By ananya michaelides

A scintillating party. One novice tripper. One DJ. One dedicated girlfriend. Exchange of opinions. Tattoos. Enhanced vision. And suddenly there are 7 other men, who have other views about the human spirit of freedom and thought, and in succession make some life altering amendments to the atmosphere in the party. When the bad turn extra bad, the good become deadly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: ananya michaelides
• Release date: Jan 19, 2013

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Angel Tears

Ananya Michaelides

Copyright © Ananya Michaelides

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ISBN #: 978-1-300-65319-6

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Angel Tears

By

Ananya Michaelides

Chapter 1

The Opening

'You don't have any idea what that is, do you?' Dog Hag asks.

I met Dog Hag at the annual 'Lara’s’ College Fest in the city. It was actually the funeral of the annual day, the last day of the fest. He was the MC for the evening. The dude was absolutely ridiculous. But when he waltzed around on that stage with the fat mike in his hand, his style of intonation and colloquial speech made the crowd rock back and forth on their plastic chairs, and the ones that couldn't get a spot for their bottoms, jumped like bunnies holding their stomachs, while Dog Hag made umpteen unteen unreserved impersonations of certain Bollywood male stars, about whom he made very right clear in the very beginning that he 'HATED'. Absolutely.

This was the same fellow who introduced me to ganja - the sweet whitener of conscience. Four months ago, half hour after I finished smoking my first joint of marijuana coaxed in a jumbo rizla, as I lay helplessly gaping at the water