-Reverend M. Manson-
"Hah, Twiggy stop fucking the dog." I incoherently shouted. Tony threw a slice of ham onto her breast. "Take a picture! Take a picture!" Twiggy shouted as he posed with her naked, and tortured body. I grabbed my Polaroid camera and started snapping photos, "I'm sending these to Trent." I grinned as sadistic smile. I heard a loud glass shattering sound, Pogo through down a vodka bottle. He started laughing uncontrollable. "What is Pogo's problem?" I asked the group, as Pogo nearly fell to his knees with laughter. "Uh, so drunk." He cooed from the floor. "I need more Meperidine." Pogo begged, grabbing his knees to his chest. "Here, you asshole." I grabbed the bag of Demerol off the table and slung them at him. They spilled all over the floor. I honestly don't know where Ginger and that girl went, but Twiggy, Tony, Five dick suckers, Pogo and I were having a good time. Pogo grabbed a handful of pills off the floor, "Anyone have a razor?" He asked. "And, don't throw it at me." Pogo added as I slipped the razor off the table. He started cutting lines of the pain reveler and sorting them. He past out soon after. I started to feel sick, I ran into the bathroom and vomited violently. Too much Coke and too many Xanax. I hit the ground with a thud, I vomited into my hands trying to get to the toilet. I heard the shouting and yelling of Twiggy and a random female. It was intoxicating. I felt heavy and I was sweating continuously. I begun to doze off, before I cuddled up with myself and past out.
-Daisy B.-
We stumbled down the street, the lamp post lending guidance. I held tightly onto Dean, she gripped my shoulder tightly. Her sister was letting the chilling air calm her. "Are we almost at the bus?" Nevada questioned. "Uh huh, almost." I drunkenly replied. Dean was weeping into my shirt, I was too drunk to comfort her, even though I knew this was my chance. "Honey, don't cry." I mumbled into her dead, blonde hair. "Scotty, I don't wanna die." She muttered, as she nearly tripped. "I won't let you die." I stuttered back to her. "I'm going to die." She cried, "Dean, you're not going to die. We're almost at the bus and you can lay down." I stated, Nevada was just happy to be away from her reality. The venue started to come into our view, I knew this was just the start of a very messy night. "I'm excited." Dean mumbled, "Oh, God. You're so drunk." I mumbled to myself. Nevada seemed to be carrying herself better than her younger sister. He drank just as much, but must have a higher tolerance. I grabbed Nevada's hand as we crossed the street. The buses started to come closer and closer. I could only hope that my band wasn't doing something completely inappropriate.
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Twiggy n' Stuff.
Adventure[1995, Smell's Like Children Era] Mr. Manson and his gang are the caretakers of two teenage girls. After finding the two at one of the band's early shows, they took them in, finding out quickly they were runaway's from an abusive household.
