“AARRRGGGHHHHH!” The ceiling fan had batted another big black bug onto my face. I brushed it off. “GODDAMN BUGS! I’m not dead yet!”

The bugs were everywhere, in the kitchen, in the shitter, in bed, like a biblical plague. And it was hot, so hot. I had been stretched out on my bed staring up at the ceiling for a while. Nothing but ceiling up there.

“Holy mother,” I said, “I’ve woken up in some flops but this is probably the worst of the lot”

Ratface made some unintelligible noise in response. “ZXVHGBSFUHOUUAJGABEYB”

“I hear ya Ratface, what the hell are we doing here?”