Reverb on High

Tonight has been a night of minced words and culture. It seems to me that the people you want to talk to the least are the ones that you can most learn from. R3v3rb currently is closed, but the 8 of us + 1 Barely are currently inhabiting the space (supposedly vagrancy right now because their rent is past due) and crashing here for the night. Myself and Carl finished up moments ago a late night snack thanks to Don - a nice platter of hamburger / chips / and pickle along with sneaking a cig in the bathroom because the doors are locked.
If you want to know what is truely going on, I don't think I could tell you very well because Chris came through with the mids and its been a while. I think for all of us. The alarm beeped and and apparently things are settled amongst the fortress of our night. No one else would know this, because I am out right dumb for listening to the intricacies of nothingness.
The laptop Brett fell asleep too is starting to scratch the DVD he left in before bed. Ryan's on the floor, Kia and Derek are passed out on a random matress in front of a 1970's color TV with the fishing channel on, Don is checking the doors again, Harrison is content, and Carl is somewhere in between. Dan is no longer passed out on the table but I've lost track of where he went. Last time I saw him he went to the van. I guess I'll find out later on.
I am somewhere trying to understand what's going on but its hard when the door keeps beeping and I'm sitting in a store front in South Carolina at 4:19 in the morning. Maybe I'll get to Chris' present in a minute.