Waste
Stage 08: "I Hate Hospitals"
It takes the amount of alcohol in 4 ½ 40s for a Bas-jin to die of alcohol poisoning.
Guldo had 4 last night...
Thank God Ginyu was still sober enough to call 911. It's a deal we have that whenever we drink we have one of us stay clean enough to make sure Guldo doesn't kill himself. He's just so small, y'know? 4 ½ 40s is nothing for the rest of us, but we could lose him if we aren't careful. Last night, we weren't so careful. New Year's Eve came and went and we got totally smashed. It was a good thing we got our stuff before the night rush, or maybe it wasn't if you take the time t' look. Poor Guldo, I wish we'd paid more attention. He spent the rest of the night in ICU havin' his blood filtered. We stayed with 'im the entire time, but speakin' for myself, I wanted out.
Bad.
God, if it's one place I can't stand being, more than the mall, more than the laundromat, it's a hospital. All those tubes 'n' needles 'n' sick people… Ewwww………… The whole thing sends chills down my back. I dunno, maybe I'm just bein' paranoid, but I've got good reason, right? I mean, you wouldn't think you could catch sick in a hospital of all places, would you? Well, you'd be damned wrong! A house full o' people with viruses and bacteria and it don't cross your mind that y'might pick up somethin'? It's called 'common sense', kids. Try usin' it sometime… Hey, man. I'm, uh… really sorry about last night.
"Same here."
"My fault, too. Shoulda kept an eye out, yeah?"
"Sorry, little dude." 'Coom ruffles his imaginary hair. "We ain't very good friends, I guess…"
"Don't worry about it. I knew better. My own fault. Thanks for getting' me here, though."
That's our Guldo. He don't care, real forgivin' like that. Just keeps on goin' like nothin' ever happened… He's a good guy. Needless to say, I think the next time we decide to get drunk off our asses, uh… Hmm… We, ah…… Well, I guess we'll be more careful. I was hoping for something a little more dynamic, but that's all I got. Oh, well. Even if we slipped up this time, at least we're smart enough to learn from our mistake. Good men usually are.
Heh, listen to me with all this gibberjabber, goin' on like we're some kind of saints. We ain't no angels, just an impoverish bunch of guys with a love of liquor and smokin' leaves. Speakin' of which, I wonder where they stash the weed……