Anyway so yeah.
The fellas I was with were doing something that involved putting liquid LSD on paper. After that was done, we dipped little wads of toilet paper into the remaining liquid LSD. After that, we ate the little wads of toilet paper.
Ffwd three hours.
Dude began tearing the bolted-down pictures from the wall. He smashed the mirror with the coffee pot.
Blood.
And he pissed on himself.
Blood.
And he pissed on himself.
He was also screaming. Both words and anguished sounds.
Like I said, I & I and the other guy busted-out like inmates in laundry trucks in bad tv dramas.
We ended-up running into the desert.
Actually, we did not run into the desert. But it was hot as a desert outside.
I must've looked scared because a tranny standing outside the tinted doors of the hotel/casino laughed when she saw my face. She was several inches taller than me. She looked terrible in the early morning light.
Acne.
Skin fungus.
The two guys I was with in the hotel room were drug dealers. Rich hippie kids. The dude who trashed the room was insane. He supposedly pistol-whipped someone somewhere the night before I met him.
My co-escapee and I quickly went our separate ways. Actually, he told me to fuck off and jumped into a cab.
Total nightmare.
The ground felt like wet sponges under my feet. After I walked around the Strip ninety-hundred times (paranoid and wild-eyed) over the course of the next eight hours, I remembered how to use a phone and called my mom. She hung-up on me. Then, I called my sister and she bought me a ticket home.
After that, I escaped Las Vegas. It was a night flight and I silently jacked-off under the blanket in my seat. No one was sitting next to me. After I nutted, I fell into a light sleep. My dreams were weird as fuck.
Monday is my birthday. Fuck me in a chat room you skanky bitch.
