Eli & Chuckie didn't want to fly into a snowy Montenegro
after the show but the venue's walls had seemed to turn ||||
to pulpy flesh. Chuckie immediately heaved, upchucking her
liquor. Eli followed after, seeing her enjoy it so, then they ||
left to find a room with a bar. Ivan was naked, for no reason,
& stood declaiming his UK inspired verse. Ivan was drunk ||
& would remember nothing, but the cops wouldn't even kick |||
the poet's ***, so out of it they'd be wasting their boots & fists.