Tuesday, October 03, 2006 – San Jose, California
As the very first ray of morning sunlight shines onto Lee’s face, his eyes flicker open. His head throbs with pain.
“Can you say what the fuck did I do last night?” he quietly says to himself. Looking around, he realizes that perhaps his headache is the last of his worries. I mean, sure he could really do with a glass of water and an aspirin, but where he currently finds himself is in a seemingly random bush. He grunts and sighs as he tries to lift himself out of the bush. His body jerks however as he moves.
“Fuck… a rosebush.” The thorns of the rosebush clutch at his clothes and some pierce his skin. Jerking himself off the bush, he winces and stumbles to the ground. Pushing himself back to his feet, he dusts off his jacket, which now appears to be completely ruined, and tries to shake the sleep from his eyes. It’s a good thing he gave a fake name to those people he was with last night. Hopefully he didn’t blow his cover during a drunken conversation though.
“Now where the hell am I?” As Lee begins to search for a street sign, he suddenly stops dead in his tracks. Whatever the pills that he was given last night were, they definitely didn’t mix well with alcohol, as the delusions that are usually provided by concoctions of that sort even extended into his dreams. He remembers his dream as well. Every last part of it. But there’s one thing that sticks clearest in his mind. One word:
Hell.
And then Lee vomits.