Cream Pie Injection and Coke
S unday, September 30th. The day before the beginning of October. The day before the children start thinking about dressing up like Dodo Birds and fear getting Hot & Spicy sauce in their trick or treat bags...
I like pie, especially in slippery London. During the day time.
After heating it up in the microwave oven, I would indulge into the savory, wonderful goodness of pie, especially if it was blueberry, my favorite flavor.
The next thing I knew, I was at the top of a rollercoaster shooting bows & arrows at a statue of Gen. George S. Patton.
But this American war hero only wanted to do one thing, to throw a series of big kegger parties.
So I took the old bag up and drank my self into a stupor and later found myself lying in a Coral Reef.
Julia Roberts was there, teeth baring, sharp and ready to go.
The fine sharp teeth could not hide her frosted gums, and the source of her animalistic behaiviour: cocaine.