It all started with this crazy fella I was sleeping with. We had to make our own beds, and mine looked a little weird. Can't remember the details but the blanket was made of plastic and stretched way beyond the mattress.
Anyway, we're sleeping and then all of a sudden this military guy comes in, pointing a gun at me. Tells us to move.
We're marching on the streets. There are so many people, it was hard not to get lost. And then I met him again. Pascalo. Oddly, we were still friends. Our task was to find a base, was there was a congregation about something I can't remember.
Obviously, we couldn't find it. Asking people for directions didn't help either. The last thing I can remember was us pissing together.