Louie told me to follow him out back to get high, so we walked out back into an abandoned campground full of RVs in very derelict condition. More like an RV junkyard really. We chose one and went in and started sparking up. While we were toasting a semi-trailer hauling a carnival ride pulled right up next to us and the carnival ride began to unfold itself, spreading its arms and legs like an awakening spider or a butterfly exiting a cocoon. We tried to get out of the RV, but it was nearly impossible as the legs of the metal monster kept unfurling right next to the camper door and it seemed like we’d be crushed or torn in half trying to get outside. The RV started rocking back and forth. Louie lurched out the door onto the ever-growing structure and it pulled him away into the air about 50 feet and set him gingerly on the ground right behind the roadhouse. I figured it was safe, so I followed suit and when I landed we headed back in to see the band.
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