Twenty
[On 8th Street and Surf Avenue Poseidon found himself within the walls of the Coney Island Aquarium. Nothing like waking up to the smell of fish in the morning and the feel of something else lurking around that could give the Kraken a run for it's money. Poseidon wasn't going to be any beast's lunch, but he wasn't about seek dark corners to hibernate in. Time to collect what he could and find answers. He was a sea god, this felt a little like home again.]
Well isn't this about as bad as waking up with a hangover and no idea who's neck you strangled last, or who you fucked the night before. Peachy.
At the New York Aquarium. Who's ass do I have to kick first?
Well isn't this about as bad as waking up with a hangover and no idea who's neck you strangled last, or who you fucked the night before. Peachy.
At the New York Aquarium. Who's ass do I have to kick first?