User blog comment:Blacknumber1/No, This is NOT a Contest/@comment-26030957-20150614040913

After going back to the feed store and kicking the shit out of the propane guy for making rude comments on my pasta, I got home to realize Banning had drowned. This was quite upsetting, but I felt solace in that Blacknumber was writing blogs again and I had finally finished off that pesky Jay 10 character. The night sky opened from a cover of clouds and revealed a pale moon rising up over the horizon of tall redwood trees. I felt the hair writhe over me and my features begin to change, fangs and claws sprouting. I took a big hit off my glass speed pipe, holding the fumes deep in my lungs, and thought about that dead girl I had on the upper forty, covered in a layer of leaves. It was going to be a good night. I uncorked a fine bottle of Pinot Noir, drank straight from the bottle, cranked up the G.G. Allen, and went to go find my good buddies Empy and Shadow Swimmer. Come on, boys, tonight is a night for drunken debauchery of the worse sort.