As a small child I remember looking up to the sky, imagining that the cloud formations were different animals. As a teenager, after smoking some weed or melting some LSD under the tongue, anything was possible. I saw my cat in a box,  jump forward and turn into a man. I witnessed neon signs mutate into Godzilla. I knew I was high, laughed it off and continued home.

Few things scare me. I have literally been saved by the finger of God as it sprang out from a sandy cliff above a rocky fall of two hundred feet. My descent had just begone, the edge of the cliff crumbled, the root of a tree dislodged and I grabbed hold of it. From there I climbed to safety.

Last night my wife wheezed as she slept, it, with my dreams caused me to awaken, thinking a women was under attack. I sprung out of bed, grabbed my cell phone and ran to the window. Soon, I realized the the sound was my wife's pinched nose. However, the anxiety caused an adrenalin rush in me that kept me awake. Somewhere out there a scream goes ignored.

Apparently, the big jigg a boo story is we can't post on Facebook. OK, so? I can't piss on my neighbors tulips. I don't give a shit. Facr? Who cares?

   Anyways,  fuck off and feed on the scum of my crotch.