A ball of tentacles sat in the corner of the bar, a single eye protruding from the ball of tentacles stared me in the eyes.

"I think my trip is being written by H.P. Lovecraft or an equally talented author." I said to no one in particular.

"What's up?" I heard a voice to my right ask.

As I turned my head I saw the strangely pale man I remembered as Warren the owner of the bar I was sitting in. "Hi Warren." I said to him. "I forgot we came here, didn't think us walking in would be important for the chapter."

"What?" replied Warren

"Ignore him, he's high," said Tyrel who was sitting in front of Warren running his hands through the duffel bag sitting on the ground between the two of us. As he sat up Tyrel appeared to be holding an eighth of mushrooms which he then handed to Warren asking "We good for the day backslash night?"

"That is some really weird dialogue," I thought for a moment

"Yeah." replied Warren "You boys want anything? First round is on the house."

"Sex on the beach," said Tyrel

"Irish car bomb." I let out after a moment

"You assholes know it's a gin bar right?" answered Warren

"Yeah but the reader didn't."

"What the fuck are you saying?"

"I'm not sure have you ever said anything that doesn't feel like your words? Maybe the author isn't as talented as I tough. Just get me some of that shitty gin that people some how think is good."

"I don't want anything," added Tyrel

After I swallowed the shot of gin that was placed in front of me and let the self-hate associated with gin reside I turned back to the corner the Lovecraftian monster was sitting in. The ball of tentacles now sat with all its tentacles exposed now showing a body composed entirely of eyes.

"I'm currently staring at a Japanese school girls worst nightmare," I said to Tyrel

"That is some good cid isn't it?." replied Tyrel "It's my turn to be fucked for the day tomorrow."

"Do you wonder if god is just a stoner."

"I don't believe in god."

"But what if. What if god is just some stoned kid"

"That would explain so much."

"I know right, kids fucking up man."

Tyrel lead me from the bar to a table in the corner where the two of us sat for some time. Customers would approach Tyrel who would then sell the kids the specific breed of narcotic they were asking for.

An hour or so passed before a woman who looked like a fish approached me. I had trouble telling if the lips were a hallucination or if she was a victim of some poorly done Hollywood botox. I watched as her lips moved but failed to hear what she was saying. I turned to Tyrel who was playing on his phone and asked him "She's real right?"

"Yup."

I turned back to the woman "Makes sense most woman I hallucinate have on much less clothing."

"Are you trying to come onto me?" she asked

"I'm not sure how big are your lips."

"Just give me the X."

"How much did you want?"

"Two pills."

"Eighty bucks."

The woman handed me the money before I reached into the bag on the floor where I found our ecstasy bag. Pulling out the pills I handed them to the fish-lipped woman saying. "You know the letter x never appears in the work ecstasy."

"I'm leaving now." she replied as the woman walked off.

"I don't judge purely on external traits." I called after her "You also seem like a huge bitch on the inside too."

"Club bitches ya know." said Tyrel

"Yeah at least they pay well." I replied as I stared at the murky water and countless fish that had appeared outside of the bar.

I tried to look back to the ball of tentacles only so see it replaced by a bass playing a bass. Or perhaps it was a bass playing a bass.

I'm not sure how much time had passed before I was disturbed again. After hearing the sound of a chair dragging across the floor a familiar voice said my name. Turning to the voice I saw Pia sitting in front of me.

"We have business, Austin."

"Relating to last night or..."

"Oh shit." interrupted Tyrel "She did that shit to you?"

"Yes and he was rewarded," answered Pia

"Rewarded?"

"Fifty dollars."

"Fifty!? That's the cheapest hoe ever." Tyrel turned back to me "We're gonna have to work on that."

"It was a one-time thing." I replied, "I'm not hoein she just gave me the money afterward and I didn't say no." I turned to Pia "What's the business?"

"Something to move all of us out of the ghetto."