I entered the club, disheveled, and far too sober, looping into paranoia, fidgeting awkwardly.

        "Rank 10," the woman at the door said.

        "Come on, man, I'm just a little tired," I said.

        I walked outside, only to see a bum with a jack-in-the-box body who sat, springing up and down.

        "Want some Electis? What do you have to trade, boy?"

        The bum stretched out his wrinkled, weathered hand that held dirt, pills, bolts, screws, and threads of blue fabric.

        "I also have some Derepirk," he said proudly, fiddling his fingers around, flipping the pills over. I stepped past him, but he still paddled down the street besides my legs.

        I spotted my girlie, grabbed her, and ripped off her peasant wear as well as mine. Nude, we hurried through the streets. I laid her down in an ice sludge pile. She tensed from the cold, but quickly adopted as I slammed against her, making her frame sink into the slush. Black slime thrust out the ice pile, and earthworms scurried away. As I felt sufficiently heated, I pulled back and doused her as if extinguishing a fire. She lay sighing in that brief second. Reality enclosed fast. The passersby became more apparent. I yanked her up, and down the street we ran. Anxiety hit too hard. I had to pull myself through a narrow alleyway and over a barbed fence. My sack tore and bled uncomfortably down my legs. I turned around to see my doused girlie, yet in my hand was just a mat of green hair. My eyes stopped seeing and merely quivered at the thought of where she was, or if she ever was.

        The jack-in-the-box bodied bum sat springing at my legs.

        "I'll take the Electis," I said. His grin widened . He began bragging about his treasure as I sank my face to his hand and licked it clean, feeling the bolts lodge in my throat. I fought to jump away, slamming my foot on his box torso. It cracked, showing mere stumps for legs.

        I charged back to the street and grabbed hectically at a man in a trench coat. I made no eye connection. My fist drove down his right eye socket. He collapsed as I jumped atop him, plunging the sharp of my elbow repetitively in his face while looking down the streets. Passersby didn't pay much mind, but still gave the nightmarish look of disapproval. I fit his coat over my nude body and pulled it sharply. I clawed out his eyes and rolled them around my hands, smoothing them out, before placing them gently in my pocket, facing upwards. I ran back to the club while smearing the dirt off my face with the underneath of the jacket. The Electis blew my pupils wide and gave me a lift in my walk. I entered with a grin and watched as the door-woman checked the rank 1 box, and asked for a fifty.

        I reached for the nonexistent bill and slid my left hand against her cunt to her pleasure. She matched my grin. Likewise, I nodded, stepping past her.