Metal Apocalypse/Train Of Thought

From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe

Train Of Thought

It's too damn late for this.
Out the door, down the steps. There's some use to long legs, to wearing black, especially in a place like this. You can just... blend in. Sometimes literally. You don't really ever get the feeling you're the only one. You're always passing by people on fire or with big-ass zombies on their tails, and you think, wow, that's the most goddamn weird thing I've ever seen. But it never is.
My head hurts like hell. I should've stolen some pills from above the sink, my special little friends I used to call 'em, but that was a pretty bad time for me. It's those damn cats. I think I might be allergic. I hope I'm allergic.
Everything around me sparkles. It's like fucking Vegas. Except if you want to go anywhere you have to get on a boat. Thank god I'm not seasick. Should've grabbed those pills. Is she gonna be mad I'm gone? Thinking like that, makes it sound like she's my girlfriend or something. I don't like the sound of that. She's a freak, but she takes care of me, I'd like her if she didn't have so many damn cats.
There we go.

It's too damn cramped on this damn boat. You think they could move a couple fuckin crates. That guy looks like a lizard.

Here we are.
I'm kinda thinking that the vodka they have there isn't too good. Last time I was here there was some guy in a trenchcoat at the bar and he winked at me. Bastard. I don't like it when people say that guys like me are sluts. I haven't even had sex. I don't really know what they're getting at, I think they're trying to say we're promiscious, but honestly it's just to make fun of everybody else, they all treat sex like it's some great godly priveledge but to be honest, it's just a connection of two bodies. It's not spiritual. Straight people are weird. Do I honestly have the right to talk?
I kinda like the music they're playing tonight. Daft Punk. I haven't heard any of that in a while. Sometimes they play rock, or some metal, and that's when I can really relax but you can't fault them for playing techno in a club. The elevator's too cramped, and the blue bar's got too many people in it, but it's like that every day. What can you do?

I went to a club once, back in California, and when I was in there some guy said I was cute, and I believed him, but then I saw some other guys who he'd hit on following him, and I got the picture. I said no thanks. I was nervous. Bobby said that clubs were cool, but I had to be careful. I'm being careful. That guy's at the bar again. I'm keeping my distance. I don't really get the point of dancing, and I don't think I ever will. My head ache's getting worse. Fuck. Should've grabbed those pills. Maybe I should talk to somebody? But what's the point. You talk and then you leave, and in a place like this, you probably won't see them again unless you really want to, but isn't that a bit stalkerish? And what if they're on the good side? Doesn't that make us enemies automatically? I'm not sure what this club does to keep us from slashing eachother's throats, but they do it pretty well. It's not like I'm afraid of dying, in fact I'm sure I'd welcome it right about now, damn head aches, but it just interests me that people who could fight for so long can just go back to normal in one night. Is it the air?
Could they spread this air around the entire world?
Can't we all just be friends?
Fuck the crappy vodka, I need a drink. This head ache isn't going away.