Fear and Loathing in Michigan

[teague]

News flash...I need better gloves for this shit. I'm trying to turn into a lizard, starting with the back of my hands. The swines say we have to leave tomorrow, and I'm too emotionally strangled to argue. They scare me. The world has turned white, and the stench of anxiety runs through the city in the way that a fat, naked female exibitionist does not. My blond companion chased me around the house with a two by four, screaming Marxist retoric, and recipies for microwave dishes until I wiped the car free of it's icey tomb.

I was forced by my blond bedmate to eat raw fish, and rice today. I'm begining to suspect her of great evil. It might just be my lack of medication. Tomorrow we set out on the great journey, with nothing but a package of Benedrils I stole from her, three cats, and a Christmas Cactus.

I grow suspicious of that cactus. It mocks me.