Chapter 1
Something happened today. Something awful.
I was cruising' the streets, hopped up on goofballs and magic love potion. My dealer must have laced the stuff with rat poison, I was loosing consciousness, I was going to die, and it felt wonderful.
This is how it happened:
I was lonely, terribly lonely. It was one in the morning, Howl still wasn't home, and I just couldn't sit there any longer waiting for him to bring me the junk and a hot pot of lovin'. I had tried the unthinkable, the most horrendous disgusting thing you could imagine. As I sat in bed reading a crappy old romance I heard a strange beastly noise erupting from the room at the end of the hall. I crept out on tip toe, and with every step closer the noise grew more strange and more beastly. Finally it was beastly to the maximum. I reached out a trembling hand and gently squeezed the door open a half an inch. It was Michael getting nasty in front of the computer screen. Sweat was dripping from his thick, chaffed neck. Grease slid through his hair follicles. His arm pits were scraping against the sides of his fat breasts. His dirty clawed feet clomped on the wooden floor. I could smell his hot, grimy breath escaping those rough, cracked lips. And suddenly I had to have him. I pounced. He shrieked like a maiden. And we made love. And then everything went black.