02-03-2003, 03:32 PM
Our hero, Andrew wakes up in a motel, some seedy roadside motel. He went there for a meeting, but now he wakes up in a pool of blood. He wakes up groggy & seeing the blood, he drops the knife from his hand & quickly checks for holes in himself, ::phew:: none.
Thunder breaks in the distance & a lonely dog howls in the rain. Andrew stumbles to his feet. The beds are still neatly made, but there was a bottle thrown against the door. Two glasses sit out on the table.
Thunder breaks in the distance & a lonely dog howls in the rain. Andrew stumbles to his feet. The beds are still neatly made, but there was a bottle thrown against the door. Two glasses sit out on the table.
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Do that voodoo that you do, so well ~>
HITTING BOTTOM ISN'T A WEEKEND RETREAT! IT'S NOT A SEMINAR! ONLY AFTER YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING ARE YOU FREE TO DO ANYTHING! YOU SEE, YOU LISTEN, BUT YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU HAVE TO FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW, EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU KNOW!
Do that voodoo that you do, so well ~>
HITTING BOTTOM ISN'T A WEEKEND RETREAT! IT'S NOT A SEMINAR! ONLY AFTER YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING ARE YOU FREE TO DO ANYTHING! YOU SEE, YOU LISTEN, BUT YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU HAVE TO FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW, EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU KNOW!