Redface
Proffesional unprofessional nerd
Karma stood up, Disoriented. Sleeping in an alley never ot any easier, he thought to himself. Walking down the street, he stopped out front of a store, where he proceeded to buy some groceries. Walking back to the alley, He stared in awe as the alley was completely clear. Looking back, he saw the alley still. Where was he? In front of him, a bottle of whiskey and a picture were in front of him, a few feet apart from each other. The left side wall had a word painted on it: Choose. Karma stared, and made up his mind immidiately. Walking up to the Bottle, he picked it up, and he appeared to lose his grip on it. "The fu-" Karma was interupted as his hand was disappearing before him. He screamed in agony as it spread up his arm, and then he suddenly sat up in the dark alleyway. Putting his hand to his head tryin to get rid of the lingering headache, he muttered to himself "Goddamn it". (Karma might be a little messed up)