I could let it get close enough to attack me, and all I needed to do was step through the door frame, and it’d go all the way back down the hall to its vent. The crazy part is that I was so strung out of my mind, I did this for 8 hours, just staring blankly at the TV, doing the same cycle over and over and over. The only reason I stopped was because I passed out. But why did I do it? Did I think it was funny? I don’t remember.
Eight goddamn hours..Don’t do drugs. Anyway, it was a huge failure. My friend fell asleep because I was boring the hell out of him. He thought it was funny at first. Then he tried stopping me. But he couldn’t stop me. I just said “Dude, no..I have to do it. I’m onto something.”(Eh, something like that.)