Post by dean on Sept 4, 2011 22:47:40 GMT -5
He started to feel something crawl on top of his head. The shovel right next to him. He did not really understand how long he had been sitting there. But then again, the shovel was right next to him. Through rain he had spent the whole night here. On top of that, he could not really move properly his arm. It was a tricky situation at its best. Sad to say, he really needed to take a piss. He also needed someone to help him shovel him out. Looking around at the cemetery. He sighed and started to whistle.
What time of day was it, what time of day could it be. Though he had to say, he needed as well a refill of his powder and maybe an electric mushroom. A guy could not be left without his mushrooms. He could feel the slight tingle of withdraw symptoms crashing in. Sighing, he started to feel his legs go numb. He could not feel them. Well that was not the only thing he could not feel. " BLOODY FUCKING BASTARDS" he yelled at the top of his lungs. God was he suppose to yell like that.
Oh bloody Christ, was he really now disrespecting the dead as well. " Mother ... Baby Jesus, Christ , God, Krishna, Buddha, Mother earth. If you could all hear me, send me a messenger to get me out of this hell. I promise ill go into rehab. I swear it. Just send me one of your messengers." he squealed and closed his eyes ,as he tried at least to wiggle himself a little to keep the blood going. He promised he would be a good boy, then again the silence around him was that he was all alone in this. He could even remember the chaps that said that he was now going to pay for cheating at cards.
God why did he have to get into such mess.
What time of day was it, what time of day could it be. Though he had to say, he needed as well a refill of his powder and maybe an electric mushroom. A guy could not be left without his mushrooms. He could feel the slight tingle of withdraw symptoms crashing in. Sighing, he started to feel his legs go numb. He could not feel them. Well that was not the only thing he could not feel. " BLOODY FUCKING BASTARDS" he yelled at the top of his lungs. God was he suppose to yell like that.
Oh bloody Christ, was he really now disrespecting the dead as well. " Mother ... Baby Jesus, Christ , God, Krishna, Buddha, Mother earth. If you could all hear me, send me a messenger to get me out of this hell. I promise ill go into rehab. I swear it. Just send me one of your messengers." he squealed and closed his eyes ,as he tried at least to wiggle himself a little to keep the blood going. He promised he would be a good boy, then again the silence around him was that he was all alone in this. He could even remember the chaps that said that he was now going to pay for cheating at cards.
God why did he have to get into such mess.
