>Walking home from Reeds place I struggled to stay awake.
>Originally I was only there to play some Rock Ring for some hours then go home but it devolved into us playing forge all day and him convincing me to try some of his “goblin gas”.
>Whatever the fuck that is
>It was like, a canister of pressurized air but it tasted like compressed farts
>It hit me like a fucking truck though, I was all light headed and coming and going, I swear he only got me to take some because he was getting his ass kicked and needed a leg up.
>Shaking my head, I try to get my thoughts straight, it’s going to be awful walking through skin row in this condition, I have to stay alert.
>As I return to walking forward I hear a very nasally voice from up ahead
>”Are you going to eat that croissant, Jimmy?” A nearly spherical, ginger haired bulbous compy is up ahead with two friends.
>Almost like a bad caricature of Judee and her friend group, a dorky looking troodon and a borderline retarded looking acrocan are standing with him, The troodon going on and on about sodium chloride and the acrocan talking about some kind of superhero.
>Ignoring them I continue on trying to walk home without getting mugged or passing out
>Eventually I manage to make my way into skin row, fingering the knife in my pocket, I prepare for the worst when I hear two voices coming from an alley to my right. Tensing up I get ready to defend myself as I pass by
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