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Fuck, fuck, fuuuck! Where is it!?!? Shiiit, fuck me, man. Where the fuck is it??? How could have I lost it? Damnit, man. Fuck it. Sorry, friend. You caught me at an awkward moment. Apologies. I’ll come back to that later. Well, how are you? Better than me I hope. I thought I’d written down an idea that just came to me in a dream, but it’s nowhere to be found. Fuck…

Still sticking to your diet I see? Great. You’ll need to from hanging around me with all the excess of drugs, sex, and rock n roll we’ll be partaking in. Some of which you’ve already gotten a taste of. Now that your taste buds are becoming acclimated to my way of life, let’s dive a little deeper.

Since reminiscing about that trip in the mountains, I figured I’d preface you a bit more to the scene that I left you with. It would’ve been easier for me to check the boxes of which drugs I wasn’t on than what I was on. Beer, liquor, coke, weed, shrooms, LSD, nicotine, caffeine, some more beer, and some unknown substance that the one hippie chick who “booped” me (poking one’s nose whilst saying “Boop”), and made out with me whilst transferring the unknown substance orally. She gave me one hell of a smile as she walked back to her group of friends including who I presumed to be her boyfriend, or if lucky enough, her husband. I think it was the additional brews at that point which put me over. But don’t worry, I wasn’t “tripping balls” per se. Oh no, my friend. Again, that would be an understatement. No, I was soaring so high that my balls, as big as they are, would most certainly have not gotten in the way. Suddenly I realized that the blinking red lights near tall structures and mountains were intended for me. Alright, yeah, there was one point near nightfall where I had “come to” and realized I was mid-sentence and everyone was laughing by my storytelling but I had no idea what I was saying prior to that, or what I did for the last five hours for that matter. But judging from the large group of people all hoarding around me, it must’ve been a great story. After regaining my wits, at least partially, and after losing another significant amount of time, I recall being startled by a fire-breathing beetle. Thank the universe it didn’t see me behind my invisible cloak of drugs, because it was at that moment I began wishing the trip would either end or that I would obtain some sort of a weapon that could’ve destroyed the magnificently beautiful bastard before it would inevitably end up massacring all of the festival-goers. And it was at this moment that things all fell apart for me. I began to wonder if I’d just entered into a trip that was never going to end or if I should simply be searching for the book from Beetlejuice of the recently deceased. Right after killing the fucker, I began to wonder something even worse – what if I was stuck between both worlds…???