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The world around him could, and possible should have been, on fire and Keenan wouldn’t have noticed. Today was an extraordinary day, as today had been a series of odd events, not following any linear path, and seemingly not ceasing to mentally rape him. 

First, there had been the old lady. She was walking down thhe same road as he, and suddenly she stops, turns to face him, and what Keenan saw horrified him.

Her face was marred with sores, and puss oozed out of them. He jumped with a start upon seeing this, and attempted not to wretch up his breakfast in the street. She turned about, and continued on her way, as though nothing had happened, as though her face was disgusting 

Shortly after he had moved past the scene, Keenan bought a bottle of alcohol, in some misguided attempt to forget the sights still swirling about his mind.

Midway through the bottle, Keenan noticed something odd, and clumpy in the bottle, and inspected the liquid further. As though it happened in seconds, the liquid has turned, and was now congealed. 

What as day that was had by Keenan.