When I awoke i noticed that he sky was dark. It Was filled with an exurbanite amount of stars. It was cold, really cold.

"C'mon, let's go" he said. I had seen his face a thousand times before, I knew I should trust him. Blind faith, ... this is religion.

Who the Fuck was He? Where the Fuck was I Going? Wait! Who the Fuck was I? Ride the Wave, see where this goes i figured. Strange quiet ride. objects were bright, really bright.

 Every lightpost housed an angel thaat re-assured me i wasn't going to puke I had decided correctly feeling fuzzy is a good thing. It was when we pulled up to the apartment when time and space collided. I had survived auto pilot.