What Hell May Come
If you stripped away the jumbled religious crapola, it was just a party for the pretentious.
There were some nice people wearing wizard hats, glitter makeup, black fingernails, mohawks, ripped jeans, heavy metal T-shirts. Cheap beer, pot, acid, whippets were communally passed about. A few slipped behind car wrecks to indulge in harder substances. Some teens with safety pins in their heads futilely spray painted pentacles over the dirt.
A scrawny reed snuck up behind Jon and snaked a wilted arm in front of his face.
Jon started.
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