Boheem Bismarck Buys Skim Milk, Begins Walking to Mexico City in the Same Day

[Boheem 6]

Yesterday, Boheem Bismarck went on a quest to buy skim milk. He is a milk fanatic, but never likes to drink it before the game, because it doesn't mix well with the meth while he plays. On Tuesday, teammate Thorvald Gunnarsson recommended skim milk because it doesn't have the concentration of fat. Boheem decided he would go out looking for some skim milk the next day. He made sure to get to bed early that night, and after watching the last segment of a trashy remake of The Princess Bride, he took some insomnia pills with his evening meth and went to sleep. That night, Boheem had lots of nightmares and wacky visions. He dreamed of throwing up all over the team bus and having to clean it up in front of Guillaume Fontenette, a Frenchman off of Mexico City who Boheem considers his biggest rival for no apparent reason. In the dream, Fontenette laughed at him and filmed Boheem's distress while he cried all over the floor, making an even bigger mess. After this nightmare had subsided, Boheem had another, this time about losing his monthly paycheck from Halifax management and not being able to find it, only to notice empty meth packets piled into the garbage, which made Boheem come to the realization that he had blown all his money on meth and was so high the night before, he didn't even remember doing it. All through the night he thrashed side to side, hopping from one dream to the next, but never once waking up, until his alarm clock went off at 3 AM.

 

Boheem shot out of bed like a cannon, still profusely sweating from the action of his dreams. Once he had realized nothing was wrong, he sat down in an armchair and rocked back and forth. Being from Bolivia, Boheem is a very spiritual guy. He believes in omens and other stuff of that sort. He thought that perhaps the bad dreams were an omen, a warning, attempting to tell him not to buy the skim milk. He chose to ignore whatever warning he had been given and set out, his rake over his shoulder. Boheem walked to the pharmacy, picked up the skim milk and went back to the hotel, but suddenly realized all of his teammates were either gone or still asleep. Boheem, never having been the most reasonable, assumed that they had all been kidnapped by Guillaume Fontenette and his cronies. So, without checking their beds first, he began walking to Mexico City. Boheem is no stranger to walking. He spent 4 years walking from Potosi, Bolvia to Halifax, after initially signing with the team in S62 but not arriving on the scene until S66. He is also no stranger to Mexico City. The metropolis was right in the middle of the route Boheem took to get to Halifax, and he spend 4 months there working in the drug market, so he could save enough money to buy food along the way. Boheem was ready to make a return visit to his old domain. Guillame Fontenette was about to pay for what he had done.

 

PART 2 NEXT WEEK

Edited May 31, 2019 by Boheem

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15 hours ago, Boheem said:

Yesterday, Boheem Bismarck went on a quest to buy skim milk. He is a milk fanatic, but never likes to drink it before the game, because it doesn't mix well with the meth while he plays. On Tuesday, teammate Thorvald Gunnarsson recommended skim milk because it doesn't have the concentration of fat. Boheem decided he would go out looking for some skim milk the next day. He made sure to get to bed early that night, and after watching the last segment of a trashy remake of The Princess Bride, he took some insomnia pills with his evening meth and went to sleep. That night, Boheem had lots of nightmares and wacky visions. He dreamed of throwing up all over the team bus and having to clean it up in front of Guillaume Fontenette, a Frenchman off of Mexico City who Boheem considers his biggest rival for no apparent reason. In the dream, Fontenette laughed at him and filmed Boheem's distress while he cried all over the floor, making an even bigger mess. After this nightmare had subsided, Boheem had another, this time about losing his monthly paycheck from Halifax management and not being able to find it, only to notice empty meth packets piled into the garbage, which made Boheem come to the realization that he had blown all his money on meth and was so high the night before, he didn't even remember doing it. All through the night he thrashed side to side, hopping from one dream to the next, but never once waking up, until his alarm clock went off at 3 AM.

 

Boheem shot out of bed like a cannon, still profusely sweating from the action of his dreams. Once he had realized nothing was wrong, he sat down in an armchair and rocked back and forth. Being from Bolivia, Boheem is a very spiritual guy. He believes in omens and other stuff of that sort. He thought that perhaps the bad dreams were an omen, a warning, attempting to tell him not to buy the skim milk. He chose to ignore whatever warning he had been given and set out, his rake over his shoulder. Boheem walked to the pharmacy, picked up the skim milk and went back to the hotel, but suddenly realized all of his teammates were either gone or still asleep. Boheem, never having been the most reasonable, assumed that they had all been kidnapped by Guillaume Fontenette and his cronies. So, without checking their beds first, he began walking to Mexico City. Boheem is no stranger to walking. He spent 4 years walking from Potosi, Bolvia to Halifax, after initially signing with the team in S62 but not arriving on the scene until S66. He is also no stranger to Mexico City. The metropolis was right in the middle of the route Boheem took to get to Halifax, and he spend 4 months there working in the drug market, so he could save enough money to buy food along the way. Boheem was ready to make a return visit to his old domain. Guillame Fontenette was about to pay for what he had done.

 

PART 2 NEXT WEEK

Hmm insomnia pills and meth is a unique combination lol