Strangers Wearing Makeup: Chapter Nine [Mountains To Climb]

I couldn't think straight. It was starting to feel like my world was coming apart at the seams. I don't understand what's going on.
So I make my way to Cott's Town.

"Gus, what the fuck are you doing here?" Christina asks when I come in.
"I don't know. My feet lead me here." I replied.
"Well, have them lead you someplace else, yeah?"
"Christina, please." I ask, some asshole scoffs. Christina looks at me with confused eyes.
"Alright, Gus."
"Thank you, so much." I said. I sat down at one of the booths and put my head on the cold wooden table. I breathed long and deeply for a while, trying to calm myself. Juts when I thought I had I looked up and watched the dancer. She was frozen in an awkward stance, her skin as white as plaster. I felt my stomach drop and I ran to the bathroom. I felt the first sudden jolt of vomit shoot up my throat, it burned on it's way up. I clasped my hand over my mouth and held my mouth shut until I reached the bathroom. I didn't quite make it to the sink, or the toilet. The chunks on tiny ground vomit exploded through my fingers and down the side of my mouth. It fell on the floor and all over the sink. I lunged toward the sink and opened my mouth. A huge wave of it rushed from my mouth and splashed into the sink. A few more waves passed through me.
I felt better, now lying curled in a ball next to one of the urinals. I managed to clam myself down, until I looked at my mess and saw what I had vomited up.
Nothing but sleeping pills. Mountains of half chewed sleeping pills, all slimy from my digestive acids and saliva.
Mountains and mountains of sleeping pills, the same kind I killed Thomas Anderson with.

-Sir jestro