If a Pill Is to Swallow...
I've been staring down this shit-stained horse pill all week. I noticed it on the nightstand shortly after my oh-so-good encounter. The thing is huge, like the size of my thumb (and I ain't no little person). Etched into the wood was this message:
Sweet awakenings, you gorgeous swine.
I've seen those movies where the dude takes a pill and ends up in some hellhole of a reality. So I'm not exactly excited to try it out, especially now that I've had a taste of such places. But, at this point, I have no other choice. The cardinal can kiss my ass. So can whatever is holding me here. And the priest? Please excuse me while I vomit.
Every minute I stay trapped in this basement is another minute they could be hurting Jo.
Therefore, down the hatch she goes. Don't wait up.