PEACE AND TRANQUILITY

Bobby's ketamine addiction was getting out of hand.

He tried it for the first time two months ago when when a friend brought it to some rave club in Brixton Hill and it really freaked him out. But the next weekend came and he did it again. It was better. Then there was a party on the Wednesday. And the Friday after that. Soon, parties every day. There were glow sticks. Then oversized sunglasses, neon American Apparel hoodies and gold-lamé stretch pants. Nights that never ended. It was the best. And now, what was it? Tuesday? And here Bobby is, waking up naked in a field, wondering what time it was and why he wasn't at the club with Brit and Jayda anymore and, hey, where the fuck are his gold pants while some dude films his death for an internet snuff film.

What a waste. (Bobby was being raised for food.)