you rented a small studio for $100 a month with your friend Kurt. the apartment had pink walls, for which you called it a “pink apartment.” Gradually, the apartment turned into a dump, but at least it was your dump.. with soap on the glass, Kurt wrote “666” and “Satan rules.” the blow-up doll hung from a noose and was covered in shaving gel. there was shaving gel everywhere in the apartment... samples of the gel were being handed out in the neighborhood and you discovered that you could inhale the vapor from the cans and get a high. one evening you took a couple of doses when the county sheriff knocked on the door... you walked up to the door slightly out of your mind and began to carefully look through the peephole, trying to understand why the sheriff came to you, while Kurt was sitting on the floor, slightly unsteady