Fuck. Head sppinning. Thhhings out of focusss.
Alright. Shit. Get a grip. Where are we?
Road. By some trees.
Fuck. In the sticks. Middle of nowhere.
Drunk. How much we drink? Oh…bar…beers…tequila…faces; everybody smiling…
How do we get home? Fucking bus’s gone.
Call a cab? Where are we? They’re going to ask, the cab company.
Walk? To town?
What’s that? Howling?
Shit, feel cold.
Not a fox. Foxes howl different, like screaming.
Shit! What’s that?
It’s behind me….