Well, last night had been...good? Maybe? Possibly?

....okay, Chuck couldn't really remember. There had been a lot of liquor and drugs involved.

But he had made it back home and he was fairly sure he had gotten laid. That was something, right?

[I have to write a paper today so, naturally, I'm bored. Door is cracked and post are open]

This town had gone fucking insane. And not in the funny "haha, you've got a stupid hat" kind of way. In the " oh, let's stab Chuck" kind of way. That kind of way sucked. Or, well, sucked if you were Chuck ( Read more... )