Utterly Mad

Des Platt

You wake up, cuddled up with your pet rock on the cushioned memory foam bed. Shit, did I sleep in again? You think to yourself as you get up from the bed, rock under your arm. You walk over to the broken mirror, where your clothes lay carelessly in front of it. In the mirror you see your sexy self in your 'Irish Wombat' boxers (Irish Wombat being some obscure punk band from the past), you gather your crap and get dressed. Heading into the living room seeing that one bird mutant and Irving watching some p0rno or something. Zaweri walks into the RV and heads over to the kitchen table disassembling his gun, mutter silently to himself.