where i live in the suburbs of charleston town in north carolina, there are a lot of donkeys. why you may ask, are there so many. i cannot think of any rational reason except that maybe the people of charleston county like donkeys and keep them as pets. and all this becomes all the more reasonable considering charleston is still in the renaissance age of time. technology still does not show its hand around here and the people welcome their lives as such, prefering the rolling hills dotted with rutted lanes and misty forests rather than six lane highways and concreted shopping malls. almost everyone is a small and experimentalist farmer, growing various vegetables and crops and keeping abundant amounts of livestock. One day as I was passing through this virgin land, I realized just how shot my nerves were and how the rat race of the cities was taking its toll on me.
As fate would have it just then I passed a sign for an inn. That's right, an inn, that's what they called themselves and that's what I got. My first reaction to seeing the inn was, how in the hell could such a picturesquely romantic place not be mobbed by millions of phony tourists. Built in the baroque structure of inns in the south of Germany, it's brown and white walls and roof contrasted very prettily with the neat and organized garden of flowers surrounding the driveway. The driveway itself was crazy winding around and around like some crazy shit. just as i stepped out of my car, i felt an odd sensation and suddenly the whole landscape around me changed. it was as if i was suddenly in a fucking fairytale land. and out comes this old woman, who probably was good looking when young, she still had the butt, and informs he that my master the magician skeedor wants me right away. now im tripping ten different ways to sunday cause i can feel that some whacky shit is going on and that i am going to get screwed again. bye bye pleasant vacation, welcome to the world of pointless fucking toil all in the name of fucking useless glory. so i tell the old hag to fuck off, get out a cigarette, lean against the car, start smoking and enjoy the few moments of pleasure that i can in the wonderful beauty of nature. not for long though before i feel this compelling power this fucking insane urge to get down on all fours, and there i am down on all fours just like a dog the cigarette still in my mouth. the old hag's laughing away maliciously and i get so mad at that that i start barking