Padraic has not received any gifts yet
I finally come back out of it for a second and look up to find Dave looming over me. He reaches towards me, passing me the bowl now repacked. I put it to my lips, lighting
it and pulling in the soothing smoke.
“So, tell me again how this all went down.”
It was around 5:30 in the morning. I was very, very drunk…Continue
It's 9:24 AM now, I'm sitting here, just staring at the coffee table. In front of me on the table are a half empty bottle of Jameson, a cashed bowl, a 10 gauge shotgun, a PS
3 controller, an AK47, a .44 magnum revolver, and a pack of Kamel
Reds. I'm sitting here on Dave Mysterious' couch,
smoking another one of his cigarettes and wondering just what the fuck is going on today.…Continue
When I look back on what happened – and I keep going back to it, day in, day out – the thing that always strikes me the most is just how bizarre it all was, how just everything all of the sudden stopped making sense for some reason.
It seems like it all really started coming apart about three months before the outbreak, if you ask me. I'd just graduated at the time and it just felt to me like everything
was spiraling out of…