woke up in an airstream on quadra island, socked in with wind and rain.

we were too afraid to leave the trailer, even to pee.

at some point, we mustered up the courage to go for a drive

but returned in short order to medicate our malaise.

with a head full of stimulants, i suggested miles watch “Going Clear” and for the next few hours, all we heard from his dank corner of the trailer were gurgled moans and terrified whispers of “L. RONNNNN….” as his twisted brain tried to process the madness.

he rose only to devour a pineapple

and a few heinourds.