I woke up in the drain. Or not. No. It wasn’t the drain. It was the tank. I ended up in the tank. I looked around and saw the standard four-by-six furnished with a stainless steel commode and the bed that I was laying on. Beautiful. How the fuck did I end up here? I looked around and couldn’t make out a thing. They took my glasses, and evidently my pants as well. Fucking pigs. No, I shouldn’t be like that. They left me my grey briefs and socks. It was decent of them. There are decent pigs, except they’re the exception. Oh, oh, I had to use the commode. The smell of stomach acid and half-digested pepperoni pizza lingered for a good while. I went back to lay down, still unsure of whether I got a hummer from the bikini chick. I recalled her, but also her boyfriend, Bigfoot’s forgotten progeny, I suspected. Absinthe. Nasty shit. I still taste it now. Man, she had a nice rack and a pink tongue stud to boot. She was hanging on me, rubbing up, rubbing down. Hope I got something out of it. Yeah, the Absinthe…wormwood floating in a murky liquid, I still can’t recall much. Sugar on a spoon, blue flame, downed one, downed two, downed four…fade to black. Damn, she was hot. That’s a straight guy’s mind for you. Really, it was getting to be a tree-falling-in-the-forest thing. I just assumed the tree made a sound and went back to sleep. They'd have to fetch me eventually.