I don't know which is stranger, that my roommate is sitting here eating Bugles with chopsticks to piss me off, or that it's working.
Last night when I was in a sleeping pill induced stupor I had this vision of a slapstick comedic version of Kafka's Metamorphosis. But now I can't even figure out how that would work. I checked the notebook and all I wrote was "Metamorphosis: BUT SLAPSTICK" circled twice.
The fishiest possible situation is sitting across from me.
It's a dude in a suit with five attractive but strung-out homeless chicks. He's taking them to some sort of Jesus rehab in Vegas supposedly. The dude in the suit has a giant Singletary cross around his neck.
Fishy, right? Because none of these chicks is ugly. If they had a shower and less meth I'd hit that.
Danny goes to talk to them.
"So this is a forced prostitution thing, right?" "Why would you say that?" "None of these people are unattractive or men."
One thing led to another, I'm going to hell.
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