by Axman » Wed Jul 15, 2009 6:30 pm UTC
The following hour takes place after half a can (the real drink not the little thing) of Spike on an empty stomach.
11:30 - My mouth tastes like popcorn. . .Mrfmg. Spike.
11:35 - I should get dressed. Oh I have. I'm three blocks away from home.
11:43 - It's hella bright out. Eyes mad dilated. Apparently, I'm smoking.
11:49 - I'm at Broadway and Alameda. I have to re-light my cigarette. My scalp itches.
12:00 - Watch stopped. Oh, no it didn't. There it goes again.
12:08 - I catch up to an old black lady, again. She's walking straight, I keep going north and south a block in either direction before going another block east.
12:12 - Passed a bicyclist. He used my drag cone for a quick boost, then turned south.
12:19 - My legs hurt, maybe. Oops, knocked off my hat. God, I itch.
12:26 - Caught and ate a robin.
12:28 - The sun sneezes are killing me, but if I walk backwards I get some extra speed from it.
12:30 - Home. Shower. Mm, scratchy scratchy.
Max Slowik