I'm sleeping on the floor of my friends house, fighting demons everyday like joan of arc, He's real crazy but really brilliant as well. Did too much acid in the 60's or something, wakes me up some mornings and convinces me that the CIA is trying to kill us. I applied to work at this strip club, where all the girls are like the epitomie of white trash and most of the customers are bikers. They really want me to work for them, I think i need an escape plan.