So that's where I found myself.



No, I should choose
my words more wisely.



This is the world I sought out.



The land of the perpetual night party.



Day swallowing night
and night swallowing day.



The crank compressing time
like some divine piston...



...on its awesome downstroke.





We've been at this for three days.



Or is it four?



Tweekers, lokers, slammers,
coming and going...



...swearing eternal allegiance
for one another...



...only to wake up realizing…
you wouldn't cross the street...


...to piss on them if their head was on fire.



Three days.



Or is it four?



I know what you're think