Two years ago little Freddie was sitting by the side of the lake. He was gazing out over the calm ripples, the light breeze was creating. He decided that today was the day, the day he would finally cross that line. The line of sanity and insanity. So he digs into his deep lint filled pockets, and pulls out an empty cigarette wrapper filled with some unknown paper tabs. He pauses takes a good hard look at the bag and then without another thought puts them in his mouth. He now sits patiently awaiting the consequence of his action. The time has come and everything surrounding him is now surreal and unfamiliar, without hesitation he reaches for his pocket knife, and starts to sharpen the blade. Lost in his own sick and demented world he starts to stroll back towards town............................................................................................ //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/uhoh.gif.c07307dd22ee7e63e22fc8e9c614d1fd.gif
Someone else can finish.
Kali