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GLYNDON Ever since the stupid initiation started, I’ve been feeling like Alice in Wonderland. The amount of fuckery I witnessed in my attempts to keep a low profile is astounding. I’ve wondered this before, but now, I’m sure. The members of the Heathens are batshit crazy. I saw the one in the neon yellow mask single-handedly beat like ten people to a pulp, with no weapon, then he laughed derangedly if anyone attempted to hit him. Then, someone dressed all in black, including his mask, tilted his head at me and waved slowly, manically, and I swear I’ve never run faster in my life. I thought that was the highest level of crazy, but I was proven wrong. As I hid behind a rock, I witnessed the white-masked one strap three people with a chain as they begged and wailed. And then the most disturbed of the lot finished five with a baseball bat and I made the mistake of thinking running at that moment was better than staying in place to keep him from finding me. When he threw the bat in my direc