THIRSTY GROUPIE GIRL
The green room floor smelled like vodka-piss and last night's vomit. There were cigarette burns all over the couch and one of the cushions was missing. It had been replaced by a crushed teddy bear, duct taped haphazardly to a piece of plywood that didn't quite fit the dimensions of the missing cushion.
Beer bottles were everywhere - on top of the broken television, on top of the broken guitar amplifiers, spilling from the industrial sized garbage can that was in the corner. Clearly it had not been taken out in months as beer bottles, napkins, used condoms and even a few needles cascaded from the top of the garbage can, flowing like lava down the side of the bin - creating a second trash heap immediately next to the can.
The walls were made of cinder blocks and at on
