Uhh Hey Jonathan, you idiot, you know you can’t hack off a ghost limbs because it’s a ghost right? Have you never read a book in your life? Watch a movie? They’re ghost bro. Just an apparition of someone who’s died and has a tormented soul. You’re just waving a machete around trying to cut air at that point. They’re just on a different astral plane laughing at you waving your hands like an idiot unfazed. But also, whats the deal? I thought molly was suppose to make you feel good and shit. Like you should be trying to fuck the ghost if anything, not kill it with a machete. Isn’t that the point? That’s why the kids are turning music festival into a pharmaceutical convention? To roll face with another chick and get into an orgy filled with sound waves all making the experience trippy and shit? You probably took the wrong drugs I think, man because you definitely don’t see people at Lollapalooza with crude weapons trying to de-limb people to The Red Hot Chili Peppers. And even crazier of a move is knowing that your house is haunted with ghost, thus taking the wrong drugs to get you blitz out of your gourd, to try to kill said ghost. Best case scenario, the ghost goes away for a bit, because again it’s a ghost and they can’t die from cuts. Worst case scenario, you pissed off one mean ass ghost.
Nothing to see here. Just your typical 41 year old homeless drug addict and her conflicts with her lover. See this is why when I see homeless people I have to at least consider giving them change. When I’m in the car I make sure the windows are rolled up and doors are locked. But on the street if a vagrant asks me for money, at that second you gotta know your life is up in the air and has no idea which way it’ll fall. Maybe you play it safe, give them spare change, they leave you alone. Maybe you give them change and they follow you asking for more. It’s all a gamble with drug addicted homeless people. Shit who knows maybe her boyfriend could’ve given her drugs and she still could’ve lit his body on fire. You just gotta accept that your gambling with life by talking to a homeless person, not to mention getting in a relationship with one.
Also side note- Is this guy, her boyfriend, homeless too? For some reason I played it out as he lives a shitty life in a crappy dilapidated house, gets a bj from this homeless woman in exchange for drugs and then she proceeds to sleep outside. In that case its just really a prostitution scenario as opposed to a Boyfriend thing. I mean I’m not a big titles person but just saying.