His eyes try to focus with no success, his heat-hazed brain just can not enter reality...tsk tsk...poor Akne.

I decide to venture south to the Hole and see for myself if the old place is still standing.

Hours later...it comes into view...it sure looks the same from this
distance...I slide off Joe and cautiously walk closer..and it hits me! The smell of sour wine as well as smoke and vomit fill the air!!!!

"Ahhhhhh it's great to be back!"