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[Grubby and cobwebby, Nathan is slouched on his bed, smoking a joint. He's definitely not feeling his usual self, looking a bit more withdrawn than he would normally.]

So, I think I died last night. Either that, or someone slipped me some really bad acid. [He stops and groans there, squeezing his eyes shut and dragging a hand down his face.] I don't know. I'm kind of fuzzy on the details.

On the plus side, immortal. So, I don't have to worry about that zombie shit the rest of you lot have going. Down side... actually, I don't think there is a down side to dying, in this case. I mean, it's that or I got raped by some big, beefy bloke while having the worst trip of my life. [Pauses, looking mildly disgusted as he pictures that.] Yeah... let's not go there.

[He waves a dismissive hand at the camera.]

Anyway, I have this letter... bill... thing. Just so you know, I didn't buy anything, so you can forget about me paying it. Thanks.

[He takes one last, long drag off the joint, then pushes himself forward to stub the end out and turn off the camera.]

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I was forced to come in. I didn't have a choice.

[Not to mention that meth she inhaled had a dead body with it.]

Edited 2011-04-17 22:56 (UTC)

Urgggggggghhhh, so? Don't show up, anyway. What are they going to do?

[All the more reason to avoid it!]

Fire me?

[She says this in the most obvious way. Some people don't have it as good as you, Nate.]

Yeah. That's what they have benefits for.

[For a homeless person, he is surprisingly well off.]

I'd rather work for my expenses, thanks.

Sounds like you really know how to have fun.

Eh, I try.

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