Hoboken Hal 3

From Create Your Own Story

You stumble back onto your dark blue futon, accidentally kicking your cardboard box on the way, and pull the scratchy cover over yourself. Soon, you are fast asleep.

You dream wonderful dreams of sugarplums and scantily clad women, whom you impress with your mad guitar skillz. Before long, Randy Rhoads himself appears to you, but his message is not an invitation to go get high.

"Hey, man, you'd better watch out. It doesn't smell very good in here."

"Oh, that's nothing," you reply, "just cat piss."

"Hey, alright. Wanna go get high?"

You have great fun snorting cocaine with Randy Rhoads in your dream, but because you refused to awaken, you never realize that you had kicked open your jug of formaldehyde and the fumes are spreading throughout your mother's basement. You never wake up.