And i'm trying not to gag at my own stench. It fills my nostrils and i feel it drift slowly into my lungs. it was about this time that I remember the floor growing rapidly in my eyesight, and suddenly feeling really heavy.
It was a couple minutes till I regained conciousness; as I lay there wallowing in my drunken stench I realized something about myself. There was nothing in my head at the moment, and I remember vividly looking up from the cold wood trim flooring and into the billions of dazzling lights and flashing strobes that everything was tied together as one.
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