The Night club was filled with people dancing and grinding up on each other. Masses of bodies continued to writhe and contort as they all were dancing to the loud rave music playing in the background. The bartender poured out shot after shots of alcohol for the people waiting around to get shit faced. In the back of the club George Peterson was sitting alone downing a glass of whiskey.

“I didn’t ask for ice you stupid fuck!” George yelled as he threw out the Ice that was in his glass. For the past hour he has been sitting in a dark yet lively night club downing down glass after glass of whiskey. He slid his glass over to the bar tender who just glared at him. He looked restless. His hair was a mess and his cloths where wrinkly and in disarray as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“Now fill it up!” he yelled. The stressful situation finally got to him as he was on his 4th glass of whiskey. The bar tender just slammed a whiskey bottle in front of him.

“Fill it up your self…macho man.” He responded as he left the nervous police officer all by him self. George sneered as he took the bottle in his hand and began to fill up his glass. He took another long drag from his cigarette as he constantly looked over his shoulders. The feeling of paranoia was starting to eat away at his mental stability. He hated feeling like this. His freedom was taken away by some deranged grudge holding psychopathic bird lady.

He took out a small bag of bliss that was in his pockets and dumped some of the contents onto the table. He needed something to rid him of this feeling of paranoia. He quickly sniffs up the powdery substance as it quickly courses through his body.

In his drug induced hallucinations, he sees the masses of people dancing over him starting to float and move their bodies to the music in slow motion. Orgy’s Slept So Long song began to entice him as he slowly moved his head to it’s gothic and angst ridden lyrics.

Did you think it’s cool

To walk right up