Shagg snaps awake. He's in his van, a beer bottle in his hand and little white pills scattered all around. He looks out the front window, seeing that it's already dark.<br/>"SHIT!" He yells and bursts out the back cargo doors of the van: Guitar strapped to his back, a six pack in hand, several unmarked pharmacy bottles hidden throughout his person, and a trojan in his pocket. He runs as fast as he can for Spektor lane, a good mile and a half away. It's times like now that he sees the negatives of smoking three packs a day since he was 14, coupled with the 'non-tobacco' products he regularly inhales...<br/><br/>Shagg arrives at the patch of woods just off Spektor lane, winded beyond speech but there nonetheless. He stops at the tree line to catch his breath, and to pop a couple pills from one of his unmarked bottles: Painkillers, thats all his contact tells him about what he's blindly taking. With his breath caught and his high in full swing, he starts off into the forest. Shagg isn't bothering to dodge trees as he walks, just painlessly ricocheting off them as he searches of that tent that goth gal told him about.<br/><br/>Shagg starts to feel that he's coming down as the bruses under his jacket start to make themselves known. Reaching into his jacket he brings out that bottle again, and just as he is about to fill his mouth, his attention is stolen by the howl of a wolf, a nearby wolf. Shagg puts away his bottle and looks in the direction in which the howl came, and sees the tent he's been looking for.<br/>"Sweetness" He thinks aloud and starts walking in the direction of the tent. He finds it a little strange that there's no light nearby.<br/>"Huhh, maybe she bedded down already," Shagg once again thinks aloud as he marches onward to the tent...<br/><br/>((sorry about the delay))