He just wandered on the deck. He did manage to get himself stoned out again - there was a bit of meth, some booze, and he topped it off with a bazooka-sized joint.
His must have been a sunrise. Or perhaps a sunset, he's not sure. All he knows is that he's tripping on the myriad colors. All he knows is that he's not thinking about his friend's
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