Boomtown Diaries: Chapter 8
I pry my crusted over eyelids open to see that my face is half submerged into a lake of beer presumably spilled the night before. A half smoked cigarette butt floats past as I slowly lift my head out of the muck.
I pry my crusted over eyelids open to see that my face is half submerged into a lake of beer presumably spilled the night before. A half smoked cigarette butt floats past as I slowly lift my head out of the muck.
Boomtown well and truly blew our minds and then sent the pieces spinning off into space. We’ve had the time necessary to collect them all and now we’re busy gluing back together those shattered shards into something that vaguely resembles a functioning human. The real world is a sharp shock after you’ve been immersed so heavily …