Tremont is Troubled

What do I do Now?!?

I'm sitting there in a police station, bored out of my mind. This all started when I started liking this girl named Ashel. What's wrong with that? My best friend, Tyrone, likes her too. But A LOT. He probably has a shrine to her and everything.
Anyways, we were in a love triangle for quite a while (ILLUMINATI CONFIRMED), but I was clearly winning her heart.
So, I decided to ask her if she wanted to hang out with me and she agreed.
That was one of the happiest moments of my life. But as you can you see, it didn't really work out. At least now I know that I'm not a hopeless romantic after all.
The reason that I'm in this hell hole is because I killed her. Do I remember how? No. Why not? Because I have been using marijuana bombs lately. That damn blueberry princess drug dealer. I should've never have trusted her.
"Well, boy howdy. Let's get this interrogation started" said a short police man with a stupid lumberjack hat on his head.
"What's your name?", he asked me.
"Tremont Nats. What's yours?"
"I'm Brondon Lasagna, the sheriff of this town." He said confidently.
I looked at him with worried eyes because we lived in Narnia and there are no sheriffs in Narnia. Has he been using marijuana bombs too?