Binge and Purge:

Day 2,653, 12:59 • Published in USA USA • by Jimmy Cincinnati
I give credit to Artela, PilotPhil and MaryamQ
Thanks to everyone that was a good sport about this.
All characters and events are fictional.



To set the mood; Drink to the Dead




*GoTJ*


I was feeling confused and anxious. Jude was gone and PQ had died. Uncertainty rippled through me, like an overweight jogger.

I took the tram to the SFP, headquarters, to retrieve my stapler and pictures of my fish, Lloyd.
There was a small gathering, at The Socialist Freedom Party Headquarters, to honor the passing of PQ. Although, I know there is an after-eLife and the mortician's makeup made him look like Raggedy Andy, I couldn't help mourning over his corpse.
I drew the shortest straw and was given the honor of carrying him to the compost heap. (Nothing gets wasted.)






*Josh*
I was on my way to the seed reserve, when I saw P.Q. He was lying in his own vomit.
I tried giving him CPR, but he was already getting stiff.
Gigady!

I was working on some landscaping, at the Socialist Freedom Party Headquarters. The previous night, I had made a bonfire and I might have,.. uh, burned a small patch of grass.
I was trying to cover up the bald spot, before GoTJ saw it. He's all, anal, about the landscaping.






*Pope Jude*

I hadn't found a treasure map in some time, but I wasn't throwing in the towel. (I've never been a quitter.)
I walked back to the tepee, to burn... er, um, craft some hemp, necklaces. P.Q. arrived, some time later. I was trying to explain the principles of harmony and contrast of colors. I used the mushrooms, as an example, to explain it. I did not tell him to eat the shrooms.
I, certainly, would not have told him to eat three caps.






*P.Q.*

I had gone to my spiritual advisor, looking for some guidance. Instead, I was given a bag of mushrooms. Now, I had more questions than ever. Such as; Are these shrooms any good.
I was on my way, to trade some books, when I realized, "The Shrooms Are Kicking In."


At first, there were some stomach cramps. The path to my destination, seemed to get longer and longer. I started running, to make up the time, but then I got very tired. Although, it was euphoric; I fell into a deep sleep, with a sense that very bad things were on the way.










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