Tales Of Pete: The Weird Road Trip (Part 31)

I’d be lying if I said the post-holiday blues didn’t hit me pretty hard. We put the decorations up on the eighth and I always feel down when they’re gone. On top of that, these nasal issues have been kicking my ass. I can only breathe out of one nostril and I’ve been taking Sinex like fucking cocaine.

Here’s to hoping it goes away by the time we’re ready to leave here. Now, if there’s one place I never want to end up at again it’s that place those assholes took us to. My eyes opened and I sat up groggily. When the blurriness cleared from my vision, I saw that I was in a small room with a hard-as-rock bed. To my left was a claustrophobically small bathroom. The sink of it was outside of it.

To my right was the door leading out of the room. Of course, I knew it was locked but I wasn’t exactly happy about being imprisoned. I tried the handle anyway and proceeded to pound on it while yelling.

“Let me out of here you fucking snakes.”

“Now. Now, Pete. That won’t do you any good.”

I turned around to notice a speaker along with two cameras. Each one was planted in the corner so the entire room could be viewed at all times. Instinctively, I shot the bird at the nearest one while the distributing thought there may be a bathroom camera crossed my mind. A chuckle came from the…