[color=#100BFFF]Frodo sat down on a bed in a cheap motel. His life has taken a turn for the worse since we saw him last. He sank deeper into his depression. Zak found out about Frodo’s little meeting in London, and then on top of that he found out he was adopted and his real parents were probably dead somewhere. Charles, aka Carlton had also joined the ranks of the XWF and begun to make Frodo miserable. After revealing his real name to everyone Carlton also had taken to following Frodo around and laughing at him for everything. This was not a good week. Poor little hobbit.
He knew of only one way to deal with this situation, get really fucking high. So, he did what he did best. Bought a shit ton of pills from Inferno, and locked himself in a hotel room for three days and proceeded to ingest more pills than Keith Moon at the height of the Who. Of course I can handle it, I’m Frodo fuckin Smackins. So, after getting high for three days straight Frodo went off to a low end strip club he knew of.
Our intrepid hobbit paid the club to shut down for the day, and had all the strippers come in just for him. At least one of them was missing a leg, but he didn’t care. This place was all his for the day. He celebrated by having the one legged ho come over and let him do lines of Coke off her ass. That’s when he saw him standing on the stage. Zak fucking Misery. Staring him in the face and scowling at Frodo. The Hobbit threw a handful of pills at the vampire, but it was only an illusion. Fred must have been really high. What the fuck did he take to cause that? Morphine, Percocet, Loritab, Vicodin, and Coccaine. Nope, nothing would make him see Zak like that.
So, the Hobbit sat there enjoying the women grind on him, and sharing in his drugs. There was one who actually stuck his head in between her boobs and began jiggling them about. He was not sure how he felt about that one. She was a fat black girl named AirWrecka. She had it tattooed above her ass. She seemed like the kind of girl who would name her daughter Sharkeisha. Not like he cared, he dropped a hundred dollar bill down her g-string. After sitting there for a few hours he got hungry and decided to take all of the strippers out for some Mexican food. This was sure to be a fun experience.
The whole gang of 12 strippers, 3 bouncers, a dj, the manager and Frodo arrived at the local Mexican Restaurant, “Taco Bell”. I know, fancy right? Everyone ordered as if it were the last supper, and when the food was ready Frodo went to go pick it up but the cashier had been changed out, this looked just like Zak and was wearing a name tag that said Zak. Frodo flipped out, threw the entire order at the cashier and ran. Turns out it was another mirage and the cashier was actually the same 16 year old Hispanic girl named Maria who had taken their order. Frodo was losing his mind, so he ran back to his hotel and locked the doors.
He slept and decided to do some more pills in his room. Couldn’t see Zak if he didn’t leave the room, right? Well, that logic worked for a while until the shower started running and the midge went to go check it out. There was Zak standing in the shower full dressed just shaking his head. Fred punched at Zak and hit the wall. Why was he seeing him here? What the fuck was going on with our hero? He needed to get so fucking high he couldn’t see straight, and he knew how to do it. He made a call and had a package delivered by Courtney, Inferno’s 19 year old daughter.
When she saw Frodo for the first time in almost 4 years she just shook her head and handed him his package. Frodo was so out of it he thought she was a stripper and paid her the money for the product then shoved an extra hundred down the front of her jeans. She open hand slapped him and stormed off. Frodo rubbed his face and saw Zak staring at him from across the street. He just slammed the door walked in, opened the package and prepared its contents for usage. He was going to try Heroin tonight. With the needle filled to capacity he injected himself and passed out.
He awoke a while later, and decided Heroin was not his thing. Fred showered and went for breakfast. McDonald’s was open, and sounded appealing. Again, there was Zak, so he ordered his food and ate huddled up in the corner hiding like some sort of bitch named Nathaniel Idenhaus. When he finished his meal he threw the wrapper the image of Zak, which happened to be a middle aged black woman in reality. Sorry Jaquita. He spent the remainder of the day buying more drugs, and trying to hide from the image of Zak. To no avail. He decided to go home and sleep, but first he needed something.
Once home he made the phone call and ordered something he’d been needing for a while. Fred sat there waiting patiently when he heard a strange voice calling to him. It began to ask him if he was happy with his life, and if he died now would it be a life he could be proud of. Fuck no, his son probably hated him, his ex-wife definitely did, the only man he truly loved hated him, and now it turns out he was adopted and his real parents are dead. There was a knock at the door, this snapped Frodo from his depression. He opened it, and it was Zak, only not quite. Just enough like him for Frodo’s needs.[/color]
”I’m going to call you Moonshine, you’re going to answer to it, and you’re going to help me forget.”
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