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    Unforgivable Chapter 2

     

     

    Alrighty, then … picture this if you will.

    10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,
    in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51
    Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thingy
    when a flaming stealth banana split the sky
    like one would hope but never really expect
    to see in a place like this.
    Cutting right angle donuts on a dime
    and stopping right at my Birkenstocks,
    and me yelping…

    Holy fucking shit!

     

     

    Retreating back to her room, she finds Carmen asleep, from all the motional stress, hugging the pillow Shane normally sleeps on.

     

     

     

    …And after calming me down
    with some orange slices
    and some fetal spooning,
    E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.
    He said, "You are the Chosen One,
    the One who will deliver the message.
    A message of hope for those who choose to hear it
    and a warning for those who do not."
    Me. The Chosen One?
    They chose me!!!
    And I didn’t even graduate from fuckin’ high school.

    You’d better…
    You’d better…
    You’d better…
    You’d better listen…

     

     

     

    Sane takes a seat in a chair in the corner of her room. After finishing the bottle of Jack, she goes back and forth between getting beers from the fridge and watching Carmen sleep. By the time Carmen woke up, Shane was passed out in the bed next to her with one of her legs wrapped around Carmen’s body.

     

    Making sure not to wake Shane, Carmen gets out of bed and goes to use the bathroom. Leaning over the sink to splash water on her face, she finds the mirror, with a small pile of cocaine and some residue along with the hollowed pen.

     

     

    Carmen rushes into Shane’s room holding the mirror, with all its contents.

     

                “Shane. Shane…! SHANE!,” Carmen yells, Shane still not awake.

     

    Carmen goes over to the bed and rolls Shane off the bed making her slam her head against the bedside table.

     

                “Ow! Jesus fucking Christ, Carmen!” Shane screams.

     

                “Shane, what is this!?” Carmen yells at Shane, holding the mirror up.

     

                “What the fuck is your problem Carmen!?” Shane yells back, still in shock from the painful wakeup call.

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