Five
It was almost 6:00 when the first wave of this new drug hit me. The hour of the beast. I remember feeling my knees give out and slumping onto the floor, drooling all over my good, clean shirt. I couldn't, however, remember what the fuck that man had sold me that put me in this situation. Where's your attorney when you need him? What a fucking whore.
Whatever it was, it was authentic, pure, and would probably kill me, but I had to have it. The possibility of mental and physical collapse was now very real. A ticking noise was slowly creeping it's way into my brain; louder and louder. A voice was shouting, squealing, and yelping, until suddenly it all grew quiet, and I noticed a trail of LSD capsules (breadcrumbs, if you will), leading toward the door. I took one, hoping that it would have some sort of reverse effect, and continued crawling, reaching for the door handle.
The door swung open, nearly smacking me in the face, and that's when I saw him. Lucifer, himself. My judgment day had come. He sneered at me, pointed a finger, and then took a swing. But me, I wasn't ready for death. Fuck no, not today, thank you kindly. I spit on that pig-fucker's blazer and took a piss on his snake-skin boots. Not a good idea, it only made the fuck angrier, and the door frame was set ablaze.
Luck was on my side, however, as a wave of color erupted from the hallway, engulfing the devil and his magic tricks---saving my life.
What was this strange omen? What does it mean?
Whatever it was, it was authentic, pure, and would probably kill me, but I had to have it. The possibility of mental and physical collapse was now very real. A ticking noise was slowly creeping it's way into my brain; louder and louder. A voice was shouting, squealing, and yelping, until suddenly it all grew quiet, and I noticed a trail of LSD capsules (breadcrumbs, if you will), leading toward the door. I took one, hoping that it would have some sort of reverse effect, and continued crawling, reaching for the door handle.
The door swung open, nearly smacking me in the face, and that's when I saw him. Lucifer, himself. My judgment day had come. He sneered at me, pointed a finger, and then took a swing. But me, I wasn't ready for death. Fuck no, not today, thank you kindly. I spit on that pig-fucker's blazer and took a piss on his snake-skin boots. Not a good idea, it only made the fuck angrier, and the door frame was set ablaze.
Luck was on my side, however, as a wave of color erupted from the hallway, engulfing the devil and his magic tricks---saving my life.
What was this strange omen? What does it mean?