Rorie: we cn go to that shithole apartment place
Ilya: yeah, i'll bring like tons of drugs n stuff in my bag
Rorie: i'll get everything i can. there was a place with a matress there, no? we'll need some munch, like snacks n juice.
Ilya: y'now what? let's do it in two days. i'll contact everyone i know
Rorie: lot's of smokes too.
Ilya: don't tell Mick or Kim yo.
Rorie: i look stupid to ya?
silence for a minute.
Rorie: there's no coming back after that y'know.
Ilya: why would we wanna come back? fuck. this will be the end. demise. fucking hooray.
Rorie: cheers to forgetting our fucking names.
*sound of beer bottles cheering*
"i know you gotta be free...
so kill yourself"