chemical plant zone act 8

last night i split a large  bottle of tinity oaks cabernet sauvignon with chrispoint  and communicated with the ghosts of gutkin past. she emptied the room of all her furniture aside from guitar lamp that you could actually play if you had your arms around it the right way. this morning i had wine leftovers for breakfast and vomited out of chris’s window on the way to zaroka. i felt real bad because wine stains and that is all i had in my stomach during the time of the puke, but he was real cool and relaxed about it when i was trying to wipe it up with my jacket like, oh dude dont dirty yourself, the car needs a good clean anyway. i woke up in the middle of the night to macaroni and cheese and bread crumbs and weed and then chris stole my spot on the couch so i surfed the web