@warwaited is gonna need a montage.
â -mean it was the 80s, dude. Coke was SO good back then, it was hard to keep track of all the evil shit I was doing. And not like the cut-rate coke you can buy these days from 'Joe Crossfit' on his way to buy some oatmilk-flavored condoms.
Folks were l i t e r a l l y making bombing runs in Cessna twin engines from San Pedro to MedellĂn at like 3:30 in the fucking morning for top-tier snow. Just to bring it back to private island manses just beyond the horizon all on the promise of free bumps and fuzzy boxes. â
Today, as one might notice from the wall of sound emerging from her, was one of Echo's good days. She was being showered in positivity!
Managing to wrangle an ENTIRE BUSINESS WEEK out of the office? Silver tongue was still shiny! And all it cost her was the promise to cut back on property theft and sexual harassment. Eas- Uh... Not so difficult!
Finally making good on her (self-imposed) plan to start cutting back on her daily regimen? So far no valleys! Nothing but peaks and positivity keeping her afloat. The wings also helped, admittedly.
But to cap it all off! Soaring over the waves, her best friend in her arms, on her way back to MOST DANGEROUS GAME ISLAND. (Not the actual name of the place, but - Once they landed on the beach, it would make a lot more sense.) Not to kill. Or Hunt. Or sleep off a bender. But to make her aforementioned best friend happy.
Fuck good, this was one of Echo's GREAT days!
â Hey, so we're coming up on it! You sure you got everything you need, baby? It's like... a twenty-minute flight back to the mainland if you forgot your phone cha - uhh... collapsible bo staff, or something. â











