Stuck in Beloit

I Cried as the ignorant and innocent boy lay before me, he had given his life up on a heartbeat so that I could live, My eyes became ember and my mind became crimson. I smiled and nuzzled his hair as I pulled the blade."I give the life of this boy back for my own,Goodbye chestnut

, I liked this body.” He took the bullet for me not knowing what I am. I can’t leave it this way. Not again. I forced the blade between my ribs. I screamed from the pain. As I held the boy, he heaved forward and shook. The room smelled like roses as I fell back to the floor and

let out a thunderous fart. It was frankly impressive. And with that, I left this mortal plane, that mighty blast serving as my last words.

“Did I do that?” I cracked, looking around for someone old enough to remember Urkel. But everyone was so low and far away, including… me? I looked at my feet, dangling in the air translucently, and it hit me: I’m a ghost. Luckily, the afterlife is super dope, as you well know.

I then flew through the astral plane slapping ghost butt as I passed through, and screamed out in the void.

There was a cosmic crash & I awoke on a gray street. I tugged a passerby's arm. "Where am I?" "Little early to be drunk," she muttered. "Please," I insisted. She sighed. "Beloit," she said & pulled her arm from my grasp. "Beloit, Wisconsin? Oh no. I hope I don't run into my ex."