Bleargh
Both me and Nate are sick. It sucks with almost the force of Chuck Norris roundhouse kicking me in the face. Also, am out of cigarettes, and have no car for at least another hour. Am getting edgy, and paranoid. But as they say, a paranoid is just someone in possession of all the facts. Beginning to hallucinate. The walls are closing in.........I smell hippie in the area. I taste their stink in the air...like patchouli and shattered dreams....THEY'VE COME TO BRAID MY HAIR AND SING ABOUT THE ENVIRONMENT! Little do they know that I excercise my Second Amendment Rights with extreme prejudice! OZONE LAYER THIS YOU GODDAMNED PEACENIKS!!!...... situation dimming, nerves shot, each breath ragged and hoarse. One of the hippies got a lucky shot with a water bong...blood loss continuing. Ringing in my ears.....no..wait...that's human speech! It's the police! They want me to come out...I tell them that Courtney Love is birthing the Antichrist in my kitchen and would they mind coming back later? They say they would. Damn. With grim determination and bloodlust growing in my glazed-over eyes, I pull the pins on my last grenades and go charging into the police lines! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!