PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

What the fuck....

I should be dead, there was so much blood, I couldn't possibly....

Where the hell am I? What the hell is going on?

Doug?

Are you...really here?

This is a very odd place. I never thought an afterlife would look quite so... dreary.

...

Or so like Los Angeles.

What the...

Who the hell is responsible for this?

I want answers. Now.

The bloke at this here inn says I've got to pay him to stay. He won't take my galleons, so I reckon he's all for the muggle money. Thing is, I haven't got any. And even if I did, I haven't got any idea on how to use it properly. I prolly ought to look into a job of sorts, but I was sort of hoping that I'd only be here for a bit. Y'know, a day or so. Not long enough to have to worry about being forced into labor and paying rent and alla that. That's way off the list of stuff I thought that I'd be having to do right about now. My main priority should be all about getting back to my friends. And working my arse off for a bit of money for my keep? It's not gonna get me anywhere. But it looks like I have to do it. So. Anyone hear anything about a job opening? And what about money? Can someone show me how to work it?