In times of need, do you forsake?

Dear God, please send* meth.

*preferably discreetly.

Not old, just older

The start of the final year of my teenage years and I spend it researching on valves and pumps, with some seedless grapes, liquor chocolates, and a bottle of Inniskillin serving as faithful companions. Trying my damned hardest to postpone the inevitable, i.e. Monday, whilst hoping futilely that the earth would somehow rotate just a wee bit faster on its axis for Friday’s sake.
‘Cause that’s when half of hell breaks loose – together with emptying half a keg of wheat beer down my throat! I think the other half of hell arrives in Singapore on the 31st. ;)

But can you fake it, just for one more show?