When he awaoke he was standing or laying under a tree.

He couldnt explain how

hee tot herere but hwheat he doid know is theat he ha a pounding headached that
felt a like an old librbrary . He loked oarond him to nocitce he lwas lying on a bench
staring up at a really bright light. If is supposed to be this way maybe he was
dreaming or maybe he was already dead. For all he knew he wanted to push
himself up and run saway from the failure he had called he life. From eery croner of
his mind the thoughts rushed in. Alice and Fooxy and the other girls f. Wow . What
was he goin to do . What was he going to say to these people to help heim make
thiit through this situeaton. He could smell the faint scent of chees e and smell y feet
like doritoes. And he tasted the burtterey salty fele of buger or mucus plunging up
to his fthe back of his thorat. He felt an eil burn spring ing up from t he bottom of his
belly somehow it felt oerflowign like a waterfall spilling ofe oer falls. He was so
ready to go.