Sometimes i think they’re about to finally let me sleep, but no, they come back. I crouch to the end of my bed and here they are, the breton crêpes, playing poker all night, I fucking hate them. I know i shouldn’t have taken these shrooms, got me feeling like mario wa-haaaa. I end up spending all night playing poker with the breton crêpes, I already lost my mortgage on this shit. One day i asked them where they came from and they said they worship two gods the billig and the sarrasin. Fucked up shit then they tell me they came from them, i said how but the poker sesh ended. The 4th night I asked them if they were part of a gang they say yes the gang from Plougastel (I live in Chicago) and I asked them who’s your boss they didn’t tell me at fist but then I figured it was me lol. next day I killed myself I think.