Character/Pairing: John Crichton
Spoilers: Jeremiah Crichton
Summary: John Crichton contemplates his situation. Little ficlet that takes place during Jeremiah Crichton.
Word Count: 136
A/N: Written for the The Raymond Chandler Noir Tribute to Farscape Challenge. Chandlerism can be found on The Raymond Chandler Wesbite. Slightly over drabble length.
Disclaimer: Not my own, of course, and no profit being made on this. So no worries.
I'm an occasional drinker, the kind of guy who goes for a beer and wakes up in Singapore with a full beard. The thing is, I hadn't been expecting it to actually happen. Okay, so it might not be Singapore and I might not have the good stuff, but it sure hell feels close enough.
And it was because of them. The crazy psychos that had turned my life into a cheesy B movie -- the kind of flick you watch on a double dare or when you're completely stoned on a lazy Tuesday.
Part of me knew it wasn't all that simple. Hell, I knew some of it was my fault. But when you're in the middle of nowhere, with no frelling clue on how to get home...
Well, then, Singapore doesn't look so bad.