Status Updates From Reincarnage

I don’t think anyone is gonna make it out alive but I’m hopeful for Gin and Adam

Brutal

Jesus Christ I thought clown in the cornfield was gory. Weak stomachs beware

Patrick stripped off his underwear and held it up to the moon, a cross between an escaped mental patient and a werewolf.

And those horrible, snarky African Americans were there along with the grossly obese, stuttering pervert.

His only living relative was Uncle Vince, an author strangely lacking in output. Adam’s father had joked he was the next Henry Darger, something Adam had always meant to look up.

“That’s what he says. It’ll blow up because he’s using gas. Any idiot could figure that out. That doesn’t make it ‘napalm.’ Even if it was, why would he know something like that? Think about it. They probably caught him whacking off to The Turner Diaries somewhere in South Dakota.”

There had to be a plant in the group, someone with a portable hidden camera.... The Asian wallflower would be too bizarre; a literal and figurative Manchurian candidate