[After a long day at "work", Eddie was heading home, back to his liquor and his Sally pin-ups and his tv. Mostly his Sally pin-ups.]
Son of a bitch cut me...
[He's looking at a jagged cut on his arm, growling as he takes puffs of his cigar. He goes to reach for his door, opening it, but...
This isn't his penthouse with it's large windows and the plush couch and the tv. It's a bunch of random white hallways.]
...What the fuck? Have I been dreaming this whole time and I was really in the looney house or somethin'?
Current Mood: what the fuck