click. rattle rattle rattle. must be half the bottle left. nice. i pour some down my throat and then throw the bott in my napsack. ahh my trusty napsack. i dont know where i am anymore. i havent spoke with my fam in a long time. time is something that swirls and eddies around my ears but never really enters my skull. i open their fridge but find only veggies and old meatloaf. god am i back in the us? god my head hurts. i bet that bitch carries pills on her. i knew it. have some as well ya filthy beast. her corpse seems happy and peaceful. ooooo i just have to. i remember my in flicks when some bastard detective would wave his hands over a dead body's eyes causing their death stare to vanish under their eyelids. i try. goddman it. once more. fuck. enraged. another promise broken. computers are everywhere i know now now know.