trash blog, but anyway

I’m just going to draw what inspires me and I might do more than one of certain people idk, we’ll see.

child: You said ‘bring my grades up’.

NoEnd House

Let me start by saying that Peter Terry was addicted to heroin.

We were friends in college and continued to be after I graduated. Notice that I said “I”. He dropped out after two years of barely cutting it. After I moved out of the dorms and into a small apartment, I didn’t see Peter as much. We would talk online every now and then (AIM was king in pre-Facebook years). There was a period where he wasn’t online for about five weeks straight. I wasn’t worried. He was a pretty notorious flake and drug addict, so I assumed he just stopped caring. Then one night I saw him log on. Before I could initiate a conversation, he sent me a message.

“David, man, we need to talk.”

Room 733

by reddit user The_Dalek_Emperor

A lot of people seemed to be very creeped out by this story. I received a couple of messages recommending this story to me a while back. I can understand why. It’s a bit long, but it’s worth it:

The Suicide Room. That’s what they called room 733 - as if I didn’t have enough to worry about on my first day as a freshman.