EPTYou wake up in the middle of your room after a night that you can’t seem to remember. It appears to be a giant smoke of fog that obstructs your memory, with only hidden patches here and there that let you see through-
Oh wait, that’s the vaporizer.
Even without the smoke, though, you can’t remember what happened to you. All you remember is that you decided to go a few blocks down, to the nearby chill joint, where you popped a few cigs and had a few beers. After that, you seem to have blacked out, which is odd, because your alcohol tolerance is usually pretty high. All you remember is that you vaguely talked to some chick and…
Shit.
You just hope that you didn’t make a blabbering fool of yourself in front of her. And hope that she was drunk as well.
You get off the floor (you appear to have fallen off of the bed) and groggily slam your hand down on the answering machine. It’s a message from a doctor, whom apparently wants you to go see him about some tests that you had performed the other day. You can’t remember for shit what the tests were, and when you try to redial you get a fax machine.
You look inside your pockets and your wallet, and you find about $3.28, your ID, and what appears to be a Barnes and Noble’s gift card for $30, complete with cute little envelope. You can’t remember why you have the gift card, either. Also inside appears to be an employee’s badge for a radio station that you realize is only a block or two away. Perhaps you work there.
Looking at the calendar, you see a date circled. You realize that it must be today, as that website your computer is displaying has the date shaded in, complete with time. That picture of those water-horses or whatever the fuck is quite relaxing, you think.
Upon closer examination, the calendar reveals “Jenny’s.” As to whom “Jenny” is, you have no idea right now. You slowly realize that you must have been on some serious dope because you’re still not back to normal.
The last thing that you check is a palm pilot on your desk. You’re not entirely sure that it’s yours, but there is a meeting scheduled “with the Lion” and you’re 30 minutes late for it. Shit.
Well, what do you want to do right now? You can:
Poll: What to do?
(Vote): Go back to the bar. What the hell happened?
(Vote): Go see your doctor. I hope it's not cancer.
(Vote): Go to the radio station. I'm broke, bi-otch!
(Vote): Surf on the website. Forum trolling time.
(Vote): Go to Jenny's. Tap that shit!
(Vote): Go meet with the Lion. Must be important.
(Vote): Stay home and smoke some more weed. Dudeeee... let's watch Heavy Metal.
