It is Sometimes an Appropriate Response to Reality to Just Go Insane
Joe wiped off his drool. Debra was passed out on his c**k in the middle of a drugged out b*****b. He shoved her away and stood up.
That was a mistake.
He wobbled, sat back down and waited for the room go steady again. He felt the wall give way, crumbling in bits and pieces. He turned to the right. Oh, yeah, his right arm was augmented. So strong, he had punched his way inside the wall by trying to maintain his balance.
How could he possibly have forgotten that?
He pulled his arm from inside the wall, throwing debris and pieces of brick on the floor. Not that the floor was clean in itself, there were beer bottles, beer cans, torn c****m wrappers, a used c****m, still looking sticky, a broken e-cig that only had a weak
