I caught death’s eye last night, and I suppose the attraction was mutual. Thankfully Rock Bottom was solid enough to keep me from falling through the floor into hell.
I was sitting, then I was kneeling, and then I realized that I wasn’t standing up for a very long time. My cell phone went one place, its battery a few feet away, and the cover elsewhere. I remember having crashed, unable to open my eyes.
I got really worried when I couldn’t find the strength to tell The Duchess to stop licking my face.
But that isn’t how I die. As ever, after my vessel filled to the brim with poison,
it just started purging.