Put on your headphones, buckle up, and get your weekend game on for this sick car accident of a true story. There will be a lot broken glass. It gets a bit nasty, bud.
Now remember, I've told you back in the Punk Fight Almost Done chapter that there was a new consideration that night of the Bones Breaking, something I'd come up with after the Aftermath, after I'd done some Triage, and after my buds were chatting about the Punk Fight while they laughed and snorted and chuckled.
It was this, my patient TDC friend: I thought that we should leave the paper folds, the straws, and Peru, alone for a while. Instead, there was something else we might check out; which was known as Zid.
Now before we revisit Flora Du Mal and her rise and scariness, here is a new short series about how we began to immerse ourselves into altered states of reality. It won't be pretty, and there are many stories about this new course of action, but I will not let you wait for each one to unfold each week.
Instead, I'll tell you about them in a much shorter space of time. It is a series, you realize.
