Ah, another Even day.

The rain was pouring down, but it didn’t affect my mood at all.

That’s the beautiful thing about Dox; whenever I was on it, I felt carefree.

And a Double Dose?

Forget about it.

A Double Dose sent me to the clouds.

I could sing, dance, and even walk among normal people and blend in.

I could grab life by the throat and say “my turn!”, and proceed to skin it and wear it like a jacket.

A comfy, warm, snug jacket.

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The stars were obviously not on speaking terms, because not only is it extremely hard to find a trunk on a pickup truck, but the thing was parked in reverse, meaning I couldn’t just ram it and leave.

Meaning that, by a process of elimination, my only option was to enter the yard on foot, bash on the back of the pickup a couple of times with my sledgehammer, and take out a taillight, all while hoping the drunk slob on the couch behind a three inch thick door about five feet away didn’t wake up.

Spectacular.