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Chapter 6 I woke up in my own bed. I was sick and hungover. I was confused. The room was dark and musty. The air was thick. My head spun and my stomach grumbled for food. Anything. I was insanely depressed and felt like the living dead, mummified in my blankets, alone. So much was…
90’s
Chapter 5 Morning came. I thought it was morning, anyway. Who could know from inside of a padded cell? My head pounded, my stomach needed food, and I felt as if I were having another existential crisis. This was the story of my life. One existential crisis after another, all the while feeling worthless. I…
90’s
Chapter 4 When I came to, I was in a straight-jacket and in a padded cell, still feeling sedative effects. Everything was bright and white. The door to my cell opened slowly as I drooled all over myself. “Let’s get those restraints off you Mr. Beer. It’s time to stretch those legs in the rec…
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