Shaw and I where good friends, maybe even like brothers. We both had it rough at home, partially because we both where rebels who liked to enjoy themselves. Our idea of enjoyment was fairly simple. Games, drinks and some of that sweet weed. We never hurt anyone we where just trying to have a good time. Our parents, to us, seemed like dreadful creatures stuck in a rut. Looking for enjoyment outside of themselves but never seeming to find it. The worst part was that they tried to pull their surrounding in every new undertaking they had found. Like they where trying to convince everyone else how great these new things where they tried. We didn’t care much for those activities and where content by just enjoying the moment, having a good time and enhancing this moment by the mentioned substances.

This meant we had regular run ins with our parents, especially when they tried to enforce rules on us. One day after a run in, I met up with Shaw, which happened more often. We decided to talk about things over a good bottle off scotch in the local petting zoo. We weren’t savages mind you so this happened at night when all the kids where safely in their beds. In the back of this petting zoo there was a large meadow for the goats. In the middle of this meadow there was a goat hill. It was not the most comfortable place, given it was made of rocks and concrete, but it was elevated from the rest of the meadow and relatively free from those little brown beans goats drop. Besides, if the cops came patrolling you would see them long before they could reach you.

What started of as a sad conversation about the harm, I felt, was done to me turned in to a celebration, enjoying the warm summer air while feeling a great combination of a mellow high and the warm embrace of the scotch. We where just shooting the breeze and laying there. Time seemed to stop.

Pleasure turned into plenty and I felt the substances where taking control over my body. My head got heavy, and my limbs felt weak. I did not and had not noticed Shaw for quite some time. After a while things turned black and I passed out.

Before I knew it I woke up to a clear blue sky the kind that makes you want to stare at it amazed at it’s lack of clouds. I felt invigorated, which was weird to me, I had passed out before and even if I had magically transported to my bed invigoration was not one of the sensations that usually accompanied the moment I regained consciousness. I did not have much time to mull this over for there where stern knocks on the door. Nobody seemed to answer it, so reluctantly I got up, still enjoying this vigor. When I got downstairs and opened the door the mood swiftly changed. There where two burly officers standing in front of me, and they where not the jolly kind. In my mind there was a high speed rerun of the night before trying to find any reason for these coppers to be on my porch lawn on this great day. When I could find none I got back to the moment.

One of the officers started asking questions. The first thing he asked was ”So where were you last night”. Since I saw no harm in confessing the celebration of the night before after it happened, I gave a complete description as far as memory allowed it. The cop that had been silent up to now started giving me the stink eye. His eyes bulged and it looked like he was about to froth. While the other kept composure he exclaimed “how could you do that?”. Although I felt invigorated I was also a bit groggy feeling a little sleep charged.
The collected cop mentioned that that a goat had been slaughtered. Since me and Shaw where now the only persons that had been at the crime scene the night before my head started spinning. How could this have happened. It certainly could not have been us. We can be a rowdy bunch sure, but harming others is not our style. Let alone killing an animal. The town I lived in was pretty calm so it did not compute. While my head was about to turn over the affected cop was staring at me like he was about to jump me. I thought it would be best to say something so I said although we where chilling there last night we would never do such a thing. It must have been someone else. The silent cop glared at me disapprovingly, while the other fellow burst, he yelled “How can you even say that in this condition. Have you even looked at yourself?”. A bit confused I looked down. What I saw gave me a shock through my whole body, not only was I still wearing yesterdays clothes, but they were drained in blood and contained pieces of gore. How could I even fail to notice this when I got up. My head started spinning out of control and I had no idea what to do. That was the moment I woke up.