And You Are Forgiven.

Ralph Kramden Tripping on Acid In Jail.

The only way this could be weirder would be if you were watching it tripping on acid in jail.

The Piranha Kids of Sawdust City

My room looked like shit. I sat up and rested my back up against the headboard. My walls looked bleak and dirty in the autumn morning sun. There were some stupid old posters from when I was ten or eleven.

I sat there in bed for a while, thinking. I caught myself having arguments with myself a few times.

Laced my boots and then got ready to leave the house. I stood by the door to my room and put my ear to it. The TV was on downstairs. I kept running until I couldn't hear her screaming after me.

I hadn't bothered sneaking out of the house for years because everything creaked. I was scared to sleep there.

Downtown looked like a ghost town that was inhabited by people who lived lives so tough the ghosts gave up trying to scare them out.

I shivered in the wind a little bit. There where a few cars parked around. Lots of grown-ups walking around in shitty old coats carrying sad beige and green plastic bags. I was talking to myself again.

I didn't know you could burn soup.

Fist Bowl.

Half clean.

Defeat for Breakfast.

OCKS,

Dividends.

Pummel.

I need a shrink.

Heartbreaker She-Demon.

Cold Water Moccasin

One Headed Dog.

Sidewinder.

ICE.