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comfortable. It’s late, and I’m seriously messed up. I haven’t felt like this in a long time. Being in bed is where I feel at peace the most. I shut my eyes and trust that I will feel better shortly.
    Something disturbing—wakes me up, and it’s not the severe thunderstorm that erupts. I’m so hungover this morning. I wonder what all the excruciating noise is about as I roll out of my bed. I fall on the floor since I’m too messed up to stand up. The noise outside is too hectic to ignore. I get on my knees, and I slowly stand up. I can barely keep my eyes open anymore. My head is spinning so badly now. Oh shit, I’m about to puke! I stagger to the bathroom, let it totally out, and I splash cold water on my face because I feel like shit. I walk to the bedroom window to watch what is going on outside, and I hear the outcries of people along the streets.
    I look out my bedroom window, and I know that something horrible is happening. I take deep breaths as I watch people riot all over the streets. I’m too hungover for this, but the chaos catches my attention. I still feel very nauseous from last night. I hold myself up on the wall beside the window as I continue to observe the rage.
    I watch people killing—other people! I put my hand on my mouth, and I try not to puke. People are shooting each other as I watch a man smash—another man in the face with a baseball bat! I’m actually really surprised that I didn’t shit myself. I take deep breaths as I try to calm down, but there is a lot of blood everywhere. I watch a woman shoot three men who rush towards her, and I want to warn her to move the fuck out of the way because a kid with a shovel marches towards her, but I don’t want to be the center of attention. The kid quickly reaches the woman from behind, and the kid strikes the side of the woman’s face with a shovel. That’s got to hurt like a bitch. The kid continues to bash the woman’s face as I puke in my mouth. I cough out and spit on the floor. I manage to catch my breath, and I think that I might be hallucinating.
    I close my eyes and take five deep breaths. If I close my eyes long enough, this might all go away. As I slowly open my eyes, I proceed to see that the slaughter continues as a dog eats someone’s dead body, and a man rips out a woman’s intestines! This totally reminds me of Chinese food.
    I go down on my knees, and I start to vomit on the floor. The smell is not very appetizing for most people. I take hold of a shirt that is on the floor as I cough out, and I wipe my mouth as I slowly come back up. My legs are so very weak right now, so I lean on the wall, and I continue to view the chaos.
    A little girl eats—a police officer’s face off! I attempt to quiet myself down as I breathe in and exhale. This is a shitty thing to wake up to during a hangover. I now believe that I’ve chosen the wrong night to get smashed. An evil occurrence is taking place before my eyes. My eyes must be playing tricks on me. Things might change when I’m sober. I believe that a lot of crazy people must have run away from a mental hospital.
    I don’t know if anyone I know is out there since it’s hard to make out the bloody faces of people from my high-rise apartment window. There must be another explanation for all this. I continue to watch the massacre as people run for their lives. This mess must be the work of cannibals. They picked today of all days to start chaos. Times are tough these days. The cannibals probably decided to come out of the closet. The slaughter continues, and I wonder if this is happening all over the world. This is devastating, but I have a sudden feeling of relief. I snicker as I continue to watch the massacre.
    I’m not certain why I’m responding this way. I totally had way too much to drink last night. I never knew how I would respond to something as chaotic as this. I appear to enjoy observing other people suffer as the city chaos rages on. Chaos is exactly what I need in