I had to get out of there. My fifth of Bacardi was gone and the world was getting too much like a marry-go-round.
I started walking down rape trail and heard the footsteps behind me.
I looked behind and a tall figure with a burlap sac was hauling ass towards me. He had a red ice pick in his hand and he spun it towards my knee, I screamed as I fell, and all of the sudden a hand was over my mouth – but it smelled funny. Chloroform? And then I couldn’t remember anything more…