Worst trip of my life

I have returned from my weeklong treacherous travail to the edge of the Coma Canyon abyss.

 

My torso has become a palate of deep purple, yellow and green, against a canvas of pale skin.

 

I am minus one organ, which I am convinced was pummeled into submission before being sliced out, leaving a trail of over a dozen industrial-grade, stainless steel staples.

 

Somewhere along the path, I was shocked with electrical paddles.

 

I am Frankenstein.

 

And, I have the T-shirt to prove it.

 

      

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