I am a beautiful sphere of pure white light

I am a beautiful sphere of pure white light and everyone else is a bunch of total and complete bastards.

However, there is a sphere of red light whom I can...tolerate. With their red and my white, together we'd have beautiful pink children. Besides, I must pass my greatness on

before my lumens fade to black. Let us combine our wavelengths. Here, I'll extend a red shaft into your white bulb. Ahhh, yes, that's it. I see a pink swelling. Mmmm that's nice.

I see you're extending a shaft of your incandescence. Mhh.. It tickles my tungsten filament. Let's not get caught. You know our black body emissions are illegal. If the bulb police

get turned on to our situation here, it'll be lights out for us! As we lay inertly, marveling at our illuminating relationship, there was a sudden rap at the door. The bulb police!

The bulb police were on the payroll of the lightsocket maffia.

And opposing the Lightsocket Mafia was the Fluorescent Triad.

Mickey, Monty and Melvin were cousins who wore fluorescent clothing made at home by their mum. The merchandise was sold online at www.fluorescenttriad.com and the three musicians

longed for the drab, grey t-shirts of the other garage bands. But they wore the day-glo clothes because it thrilled Mum so to see her creations on stage. They were good boys.

And despite the fights, the petty theft, and all the poor choices they had made, it was a summer they would never forget. It became The Summer in their collective experience.