He was absolutely gone. I had only seen him remotely like this once or twice before and it was nothing in comparison. I’m not sure what he had taken, but it resulted in him wearing one silver plated tooth and being filmed for an interview. “Tell me about your life’s highlights.” “Titaaaaaays. TIT-aaaaaaays.” His voice was so slurred I heard “the kennedys”, but as “the kennuhdaaaaays.” He continued on, “Mooing, ‘cuz those TITaaaaaays. Milk bottles. Love milk bottles. Love everything […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: Dream, drunk, high, straight edge, The Kennedys