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“I play Magic cards with my drug dealer” J-Dog.

Our new interview with Hollywood Undead is out now!

In the Heat of Los Angeles - Chapter Seventeen: The Drugs Don’t Work (The Verve)

If you need to catch up on the first sixteen chapters of ITHOLA you can find them HERE.

A little bit of an advance author’s note: This chapter does contain discussion of and use of medical cannabis. I wanted to provide a brief warning of that. The author’s note at the end of the chapter will discuss that in greater length. I hope you read it with an open mind and I can’t wait to hear your thoughts when you’ve read the entire chapter. Thanks! xx AM.

I woke up at 2:00 in a cold sweat. It was rare that in the middle of the night I gravitated towards Harry. He was so warm in his sleep that he usually made me too hot if I was in pajamas. I’d used this to rationalize the fact that both of us were often in various states of undress while we slept. But here I was in a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt snuggled up against him. I knew I needed water so I stood up and attempted to walk to the bathroom but had grown extremely dizzy and had to hold onto the sink. When I flipped the light on to get a glass of water and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like shit.
I knew what this meant. The dizziness. The clammy skin. The need for Harry’s body heat. My pupils were dilated. There was a pain behind my left eye that felt like a gremlin had crawled into my head and was trying to make it’s way out by pushing on the back of my eyeball. The wave of nausea hit me like a Mack truck and I was immediately on the floor emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I flushed the toilet and laid down on the cool marble floor.
“Evie,” Harry called.
“Yes,” I groaned from my spot on the floor.
“Are you okay?”
“Umm, that depends on your definition of okay.” I heard him laugh.

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Ahh! I managed to catch the attention of my favorite star, for but a moment, but a moment long enough to honor a celebrity the way only fans can – asking them to write their name on a piece of paper for no discernible reason!!

Look at how gorgeous, flowing and energetic it is! A perfect match to the energetic pose struck by this charismatic TV personality!

Frisk, darling and brave Savior of the Underground, was present as well but I neglected to skillfully push my paper pad into their hands before the opportunity had passed, alas.