Sex and drugs.
Two things that go hand in hand.
Unless you're Rob Kardashian.
Since his mothers death, and sisters suicide, Rob had chose to numb himself with a variety of illegal, or prescription drugs.
You name it, he'd done it.
He wasn't particularly fond of needles, or something you have to smoke, but if it could go up your nose, he was your man.
Most people he knew that experimented with drugs had wound up dead or in a downward spiral.
Rob had aceepted either.
Every morning after a black out bender he would wake, and ask himself why he was still alive.
His sisters tried to turn the other cheek to his wild and innapropriate behavior, but it had only worsened since Kourtney's death.
Kim devised an intervention, but the family had long gone their sepearate ways.
Kylie and Kendall sent him their best wishes via twitter, while Khloe nearly bust down the door to his condo in an attempt to kick his ass straight to rehab.
Money was dwindeling with his new drug fueled hunger, and fame had deduced to page eight of the National Enquirer, reporting:
Reality Prince falls hard, after drunken night with Lindsay Lohan.
At least the Kardashian name was back in the papers.
Rob had developed a more than platonic relationship with Lindsay, mostly because she could score the best drugs.
The more he hung around her, the better he felt about his own life.
She often spit sage advice while they snorted her famous drug salad she concocted.
During his euphoric highs, he wandered Venice Beach blending in with the local art freaks and homeless junkies.
Occasionally a tourist would recognize him and ask for a picture.
This usually set him off on a tirad.
Which further developed into a law suit.
And a broken camera.
Rob was sick of Hollywood.
Sick of the bullshit.
And sick of snorting his dreams away.
Waking from a mad hang over, Rob noticed he was surrounded by two topless junkies under a palm tree.
The beach was unfamiliar.
He wandered the foreign board walk, hoping to spot Lohan's place.
He was lost.
He wandered for what felt like days, before stopping outside a local freak show.
A voice beckoned for people to enter, for a mere dollar, but no tourist took the bait.
Rob thumbed his temples hoping the splitting detox, would stop.
The voice to the freak show revealed himself to Rob.
He was a tall, thin man, dressed in bright green latex.
His face was covered with a cheap translucent mask.
His head was shaved.
A giant question mark was tattooed on it.
He continued shouting to passing tourists, while Rob became entranced.
The Riddler, flashed a smile and stuck out his tongue.
On the tip was a green pill with a question mark on it.
He motioned for Rob to come inside.
With nothing to lose, he followed the latex freak inside.
Passing through a red velvet curtain, the sound of carnival music haunted the room.
The lighting was dim.
The floor sticky.
The Riddler hadn't spoken a word.
He led Rob through it's gimmicky attractions.
They passed by glass cases featuring a mix of live actors and taxidermy creatures.
At the end of the attraction was a green door with a question mark.
The Riddler turned to Rob and smiled.
He opened his palm, revealing the infamous green pill.
Rob asked what it was.
The Riddler smiled, and told him it was his famous Ritalin.
That all of the answers to questions untold were behind the green door.
That if he took the pill, he'd become omnipotent, and fall down the rabbit hole .
Robs cell phone rang.
A call from Kourtney's cell.
This jolted him back to reality.
He wanted to answer, but was too afraid of its caller.
The Riddler placed the small pill in Robs hand.
Rob contimplated the severity of his situation for all of one minute before popping the pill and giving in to the Riddlers Ritalin.
The Riddler laughed manically, opening the green door.
From Robs perspective, there was nothing but blackness in front of him.
That is, until he got closer and saw his identical twin with green glowing eyes.
Robs body shook maliciously.
Green acid dripped from all orifices.
He fell to the floor, shriveling into a pile of thick green goo.
His doppelganger stepped out from the black void, avoiding Robs decomposition.
The Riddler careslessly mopped Robs remains across the green doors threshold, slamming it shut.
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