Chapter Seventeen.

[take_theride]

Strange memories on this tired night in the city. It's been a long-ass time. Has it been months? Maybe a year? It seems like a life time of watching people come and go. Starting shit and ending it. Or sometimes just ending up wasted somewhere I'm not familiar with

Comments

[grenadeball]

clearly we need to follow your steps

i think i can squeeze this into my schedule

[take_theride]

Fuck.

I never stop.

Where to.

[grenadeball]

where did you go

clearly we need to go back there and find out why you were there to begin with

a mystery of the brain

[take_theride]

The Woodstock abomination was in Atlantic City.

But I've been traveling for a while now. I don't remember half of the places I've been.

[cantwatchthis]

The future's not that terrifying.

[take_theride]

Bullshit.

Whaths your reasoning?

[cantwatchthis]

You deal with what comes, and there's no point in being afraid of it. It's coming anyways.

pft. I love the typos my phone makes. ):

[take_theride]

Obviously, but it doesn't make it any less terrifying.

Re: text forever;

[take_theride]

I figure. But I still have to wonder what I'd be.

Then again, no use worrying about the future in the present.

[voice]

[ebony_mask]

Son...

What are you on and where can I get some?

Re: [voice]

[take_theride]

Life.

And Mescaline. But I'm out. Dry.

[voice]

[ebony_mask]

That was mostly a rhetorical question. Mostly.

I'm a big boy. I can get my own drugs.

[take_theride]

Of course you are.

voice;

[afeatherpillow]

Hello. [Beat.] What do you mean, 'wired into a survival trip?'

Re: voice;

[take_theride]

It's instinct, man.

voice;

[afeatherpillow]

Is that a problem?