She totally flaked. Utterly flaked out &

She totally flaked. Utterly flaked out & met Chris instead of Dean. Trina flicked her cigarette into the ocean & made her choice. Dean stood at the alter, waiting to knife the goat

cheese. He was such a snob. He wanted one of those Continental European weddings with cashmere wool suits and 1992 Screaming Eagle Cabernet. Instead she'd found a gas station

with only one pump, a small toilet and a chocolate machine. The bearded attendant offered this snippet of wisdom

"Coke is much better than Pepsi", and then retired to his bungalo at Hanson Gardens.

That's were he kept his private stash. While he was doing his second line in the bath, the cleaning lady barged in. He'd forgotten the "Do not disturb" sign and Chiquita

could smell cocaine from a mile away, which is to be expected, considering that Chiquita hailed from the fine country of

Rhode Island. "That's not a country!" People would tell her, but she didn't listen. Firebrands don't listen to 'the man' or 'geography'. The trail of cocaine led right to

her belly button and I wasn't shy so I took my time around her cleavage and then snorted the line all the way down. When I stood up I closed my eyes, spread my arms and leaned back

so the Sin Arena where I was able to satisfy all my basest desires. After that, I napped.