WHAT HAPPENED TONIGHT
I got to the apartment and there were dead goldfish. Like tons of dead goldfish, in glasses and tumblers. Some were still alive, and were fighting through the mass of corpses and bob-bob-bobbing at the surface of the water. I couldn’t look at them so I stepped over a mass of empty beer cans and spilled Himalayan pink salt and grabbed a couple of Tecates and drank them on the front steps as the sun went down. Then Miles woke up and started playing 60’s girls groups on the turn tables and we threw away all the cans and swept the floor and then everyone else woke up and eventually someone cleaned up the fish, and then we got in the car and drove to Malo and drank margaritas and ate tacos and everyone was happy.
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