"Never go with a hippie to a second location."

Words cannot properly express the mindfuck that was the party in the flat across the hall last night. I'm serious. The apocalypse quite possibly could have gone down in our building. Pynchon would have blown his load. The only monuments we managed to acquire to remember it by are a bright yellow cowboy hat and a strikingly innocent looking stuffed lamb, which seems strangely biblical. Of course we have three flights of stairs filled with crackden waste to remind us of this night of all nights, lest we become indifferent to the stench of urine and start to forget. Apparently some girl OD'd in the stairwell. Who wants to go syringe collecting? Shit was straight weird when it was happening, but God, the aftermath is just so damn sordid. Like the house in Fight Club, or that part in Apocalypse Now when they find all those playmates living in helicopters and going the fuck out of their minds at that abandoned army base. I'm serious though, these anonymous Europeans, they treat the entire world like it's Ibiza in the '90s. They don't even use toilet paper! I like their funky hats though.