Six
I woke up to total darkness, unaware of my surroundings, and hearing nothing but that horrible ticking. A terrible feeling, being unsure of your whereabouts and being lost in the darkness that seems to go on forever.
For a minute I was sure I OD'd and I was in some sick and twisted purgatory, but that can't be; that ticking is all too familiar. Besides, I'm not one to just accept death so easily. I always imagined I'd put up some sort of fight before taking that final blow.
While maneuvering my way through the darkness, I determined two things: One, that the cocaine was wearing off and I was running out of cigarettes...and two, that I'm sick and tired of getting so little rest. A genius' mind needs medicine, but it also needs it's sleep.
There is a simple way to solve these problems, of course, and that is to acquire a job and a place to stay. Then again, I don't see any sort of company in need of my journalistic abilities. Fuck, many great books are written by nobodies, I'm sure. Right?
Finally, human life is within my sight. Lanterns, music, and the chatter of this charming city makes for an overall pleasant mood; fortunately, I felt no alarming vibrations from this festival...
...and these cakes look delectable.
[ooc; A few points made with this entry: I need to get him a job, an apartment, and some of those drugged moon cakes....and I need that to happen now.]
For a minute I was sure I OD'd and I was in some sick and twisted purgatory, but that can't be; that ticking is all too familiar. Besides, I'm not one to just accept death so easily. I always imagined I'd put up some sort of fight before taking that final blow.
While maneuvering my way through the darkness, I determined two things: One, that the cocaine was wearing off and I was running out of cigarettes...and two, that I'm sick and tired of getting so little rest. A genius' mind needs medicine, but it also needs it's sleep.
There is a simple way to solve these problems, of course, and that is to acquire a job and a place to stay. Then again, I don't see any sort of company in need of my journalistic abilities. Fuck, many great books are written by nobodies, I'm sure. Right?
Finally, human life is within my sight. Lanterns, music, and the chatter of this charming city makes for an overall pleasant mood; fortunately, I felt no alarming vibrations from this festival...
...and these cakes look delectable.
[ooc; A few points made with this entry: I need to get him a job, an apartment, and some of those drugged moon cakes....and I need that to happen now.]