First Stop

Hello, it's Future Dog

I think I blacked out for a bit. I just recently woke up in some sort of weird alley way covered in odd shaped bricks. It's a rough transition from the smooth asphalt roads that covered my world of 4540. The smell in the air here is noticeably different. It lacks all of the soot and smoke my lungs are so use to inhaling. I'm not use to this empty air and my lungs burn with each breath I take not how to properly use this new air. This will be awfully strenuous on my futurific body that is use to struggling through smog, intense gust of garbage smelling winds, and ultra acidic rain.

That drink Larry gave me was potent. I feel like a horse kicked me into a man swinging around a burlap sack of bricks which then launched me into a man swinging a bag full of stale bread/marbles. I can't imagine a situation where this would really happen except maybe they were going for the world record of who could spin the longest near a horse without getting kicked in the stomach. I do believe my cousin Franklin held that record for a short amount of time. Regardless, I am not feeling too well. I wonder what I'm going to find wherever I am, he mentioned something about Ghutenbird or some weird name like that then he forced that gross drink down my throat. Larry has gotten to be a bit more agressive lately, I can not say I enjoy it.

I am going to go off and explore in an effort to somehow solve this problem. Hopefully, I can find the rapscalian that got lost in time from all of those cocktails he has drank and get home soon.