Blurred Misadventures
I’m out in the middle of fucking nowhere sitting on top of my bed in a sweltering nondescript bungalow, while my friend, James, violently expels whatever amoeba-like creatures snuck past his defenses. The scene is a bit better than before, however. At least now I’m no longer in the porta-potty sized toilet-shower, painting porcelain with volcanic porridge while James staggers beside me, periodically vomiting onto … Continue reading Blurred Misadventures