Daddy, dere's a monster under my bed." "How

Daddy, dere's a monster under my bed." "How many times have I told you there's no such..." "But he's dere Daddy, look!" "Alright...That's no monster its an Aligator, G'nite son."

Marcus-Lee, using a Bob the Builder flashlight, peered cautiously under his bed. The alligator's eyes reflected back with an emerald glow. "No worries mate. go to sleep."

"Oh, okay", young Marcus thought to himself, not quite absorbing the severity of the situation. Everything had been a blur since that night on 29th street when he first injected

junk into the membrane under his tongue. He staggered about near O'Hannigan's for hours after that - feeling a heavy warmth in his stomach and wishing he had a place to sleep. He

took the blanket off a freezing homeless man. "I'm saving you from those last 20 agonizing minutes." The homeless man still wanted those 20 minutes of life but didn't have the stre

No home. No money. No blanket. No family. No home. No nothin'. The man collapsed. Suddenly, a bolt of lightening flashed through the dark night! A loud voice spoke from above:

"Get up off the ground, you wastrel," it said, "No loitering!" "Who are you?" the collapsed man asked. "I am ZAHR, the deity of clean gutters." "Can I have a job sweeping out your

nasal passages?" The collapsed man rolled his eyes at ZAHR's request. "Sister, please," the man said. "You ain't gonna go anywhere NEAR my nasal passages, is that clear?"

"Fine," ZAHR replied, "butthole it is."