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Seriously, a gargoyle from the roof of a abandoned church was beckoning me from across a crowded rave held inside said abandoned church. And I, now, am completely sure there wasn’t any drugs in my system that caused hallucinations. At the time though, I assumed giants could juggle with the balls I was tripping. Covered in the rubbed off paint and with my shirt wrapped around my head lie a balaclava, I made my way across the room. Suddenly, I was oblivious to the danger I was just in, and very well could have been still in, and slid next to this green granite fellow.
I cleared my throat and had nothing to say. Panicked, I ran over all my date moves in my mind. Maybe I could yawn and put my arm around him. Wait, no, not the goal here. Actually, what was my goal? I really had no concept of what to do, so I just turned and looked the gargoyle in the eye. “Hemingway,” he intoned, “now, be still and silent. Look wasted. They’re searching inside for you.”
Nodding, I bent my knees and swayed. I clap my hands a beat and a half off whatever we were listening to, and bobbed my head. As a goon in suit walked by, I spun around with a high pitched giggle, and fell over right behind him. Laughing hysterically, and made a glitter angel as the goon scoffed at me. I got up, and followed the giant stone beast apparently I acknowledged as existing through a small door. Behind which, a hallway lit with candles led to the basement. I was now going further into this building. I make the best choices. Really, I do.