Freedom is Siouxsie and the Banshees.
I bet Regan is a junky.
Papa Smurf is a dictator.
Inside the bathroom stall, I leaned my forehead to the black metal door, trying to decipher the next graffiti, but then I had to spit again.
When I turned to bend over the toilet bowl, my stomach heaved a little, though nothing but bile came up. I jerked the thin toilet paper out of the broken dispenser and wiped my mouth with it. I’d been locked up in here for ten minutes or more. Nick and David were still at the bar, probably having more shots of that evil liquor Nick loved, something called Yeggermaster or whatever. That was what had been on Nick’s breath before. He called it “Christmas in a glass.” I’d had four or five of those awful things, and then more tap beer, followed by a shooter called W
