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Did I pull off psychic distance in this weird writing exercise?

More writing prompts, innit?

>> Prompt: Write a short passage in third person about a character experiencing something. Let the narration slip into their subjective voice—their opinions, their judgments, their vocabulary—without ever using "he thought" or "she felt."

As the last vestige of amber twilight dissolved beneath the horizon, Bobo noticed a thick, suffocating mantle of obsidian shadows that had leaped across the floorboards, swallowing every familiar contour of the chamber until the room was utterly submerged in a dense and impenetrable night. Hardly anything could be seen through such darkness—can't see a damned thang! So dang dark. Shoulda bought one of that them flashlights at K-Mart. That or mebbe I shoulda bought a house with electricity. Them pork chops were really good. Molly made them last night. Ouch! Dang it. Man, I want me more of those pork chops. After I find me a way out of this dark—blinded by the oppressive gloom, Bobo floundered helplessly through the invisible expanse, his hands sweeping the air in frantic arcs as his feet collided sharply with unseen obstacles, sending him plunging forward into the pitch-black abyss—and prob'ly towards a way out so I can get me some pork chops, ain't it? Is this thing on? Them pork chops be real good—as a culinary masterpiece of such succulent, perfectly seared pork chops that surrender their tender, glistening juices to blend harmoniously with the bold, fiercely tangy embrace of rich—dang-narm tasty A1 Steak Sauce—creating a delectable culinary experience—some fine cooking from good-ol' Molly—that shall exquisitely dance upon—that I done eat with—adventurous yet modest palate of his—my pie hole. PicMollything fortastyward, BIobo gaslipped and euporklogy to the sedarknessared ponightrk choain'tps of himys K-martmory, himys dewheredalightsperate voisumcbeere treandtatersmbling.

Did I pull off psychic distance in this weird writing exercise?
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