((So many people got here before me! It seems as if I have to write something else instead. Don't worry however, it will still be as nonsensical as the Boring Boy.))
With the sight of a motionless man sprawled on the floor with what remained of his testicles detached and splattered over what is now a mess of an office, I collected myself and ran through my thoughts. "What an evening!", I thought to myself!
A dark hair young bloke who turned out to be a supernatural creature with affiliations to the German National Socialists of the '40s with regenerative and sea cucumber-like sex changing abilities made an attempt on my life with a projectile weapon then turned into one of my alleged friends before I shot him in the crotch. This was just another day in this urban hellhole where dark hair, young vampiric, gender-bending Nazis with regenerative abilities attacking you were commonplace.
With a job like this in a place like that, who needs drugs? Drugs? Drugs?!
[size=28]DRUGS?![/h]
I am on drugs aren't I? It seemed to be the case. Now that I mentioned it, the mess is clearing itself up. The dark hair, young vampiric, gender-bending Nazi with regenerative abilities is disappearing. Grounded white powder begun to form on my nostrils and mouth.
That was the worst (and first) high I have ever experienced.
I am never going through this 'high time' again! [size=6](Pun very much intended)[/h] I am going to hunt down that person that sold me that L-267 drug. That stupid antidepressant of a drug caused me to have stupid monologues like this, hallucinate s*** and self-censor expletives. That is really going to be an impediment to my work.
Speaking of work, I want to tell you again that my name is Jack Smith and I am working as a private investigator in a very wrenched corner of a crime infested city where murder, kidnappings and graffiti vandalism are headline news! Why don't they mention the prostitution trade though? The prostitutes here force themselves on you and then forcibly take away the contents of your wallet and give you sexually transmitted diseases. More alarming than murders, kidnappings and graffiti if you ask me!
By the way, if you are looking for Private Investigators to do your private investigating, please contact me at 1800-PI-ON-DRUGS. Now, I have to attend to business by sitting on my chair and doing nothing. Is that a knock I hear on the door though?