Circus Brown's Not A Side Show

When I woke up this morning my bedroom wastebasket was full of vomit and empty soda cans. I go outside and my car is gone, I figure I'd left it at Adam's last night, but he swears to almighty Jesus that it isn't there. I don't remember anything past 7:30. The free-roaming vehicle is a red 89 Mercury Topaz with a Salt Lake County Sherrifs dept sticker in the back window and answers to the name Betty.

Yesterday I wanted cornflake crumbs, but did not want to pull out the blender or food processor (and was not in the mood to do the zip top/rolling pin thing).