An asylum. Really, could there have been a more perfect place for us to spend Halloween?
Or, come to think of it, any other day of the year. I mean, I've seen you people. I know what you're really like. Underneath those fabulous looks, the carefully curated personas, the expensive outfits and all that effort to appear like perfectly respectable members of society, you're just like me.
Completely unfit to be left unsupervised.
We should probably all be locked up somewhere. Instead, we're allowed to roam freely around this wonderful world, indulging in everything it has to offer, encouraging each other's worst behaviour and generally making a spectacle of ourselves.
It's marvellous, isn't it?
So I completely understood why The Drip decided to invite us into an asylum for Halloween. If you're going to encourage people to reveal their true selves, you'd better do it somewhere with padded walls, heavy doors and staff trained to administer powerful sedatives at a moment's notice.
I wasn't particularly worried about that last part, though. By now, you'd probably need the stuff they use on elephants to sedate me. I've been carefully, or perhaps rather foolishly, increasing my intake over the years, and my tolerance has reached levels that would make a medical professional cry like a baby. So don't expect me to go under easily.
Unless, of course, you're cute and have a lovely smile. In which case I might be persuaded to go down remarkably quickly.
But we don't necessarily need an asylum bed for that.
We could use one, though. Just saying.
Anyway!
The Drip's asylum was my second stop on Halloween night, which makes this my third post about the evening. Yes, I know, the order makes absolutely no sense, but aren't you enjoying the way I'm taking you sideways, upside down and occasionally on all fours before we're finally done with this night?
I do like to make sure you see things from every possible angle. And believe me, there were plenty of things worth looking at in that asylum. Some of you were bloody terrifying, others terrifyingly attractive, and a few managed to be both. My favourite combination, really.
So here we are, another batch of Halloween photographs, this time from the wonderfully deranged world of The Drip. Only one stop left after this: VICE. Which, considering everything I've just told you about our collective mental state, seems a rather appropriate place to finish.
But for now, enjoy the bloody Drip, darlings. If anyone asks, we were all perfectly sane when we arrived.
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