The story begins at a lit up cabin in the middle of the forest. Chuck is sitting on a couch by himself at one of those parties where they play The Smiths and Radiohead. He’s bored out of his mind but he doesn’t really feel like going home either (he wouldn’t have a ride there anyway). A man in a gorilla suit runs into the living room and starts taking pictures with random duck faced girls holding red cups filled with fruit punch.
This pushes Chuck over the edge. He gets off the couch and makes his way towards the dimly lit kitchen where a few hipsters are playing chutes and ladders on the floor and a couple emo kids are eating Cap’N Crunch on the table. He opens the tiny refrigerator and pulls out some milk and some chocolate syrup. Then he finds a cup and makes chocolate milk. If you asked him what he was doing right now he’d tell you that he’s drinking the body and blood of Jesus Christ. Don’t hold it against him, it’s the middle of summer and he’s got nothing better to do.
He puts his ingredients back in the fridge and walks out of the cabin towards the fire, chocolate milk in hand. When he gets to the fire he sees his friends. But he doesn’t know why they’re there seeing as they all live at least 48 hours away by car (or 6-14 hours by flight since you can’t drive over water).
“Hey guys, what are you doing here?” He asks astonished. They all smile and then Toms says…
To Be Continued
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