"Hey guys, I'm gonna fly!" Said that one

"Hey guys, I'm gonna fly!" Said that one guy at work

who was a little eccentric. He'd climbed out onto the CEO's balcony above the Kellogg's sign wearing a Toucan Sam costume and holding a hang glider decorated with colorful plumage.

His post-leap ascent was as magical as his post-ascent plummet to his death was spectacular. A 6 year old boy sitting in a nearby car watched as the man crashed into

a Walmart shopping cart. The grisly remains in the cart started rolling slowly down the sloped parking lot. The boy followed with his gaze as the shopping cart disappeared behind

a cluster of faded and fossilized SUVs that the boy thought of as The Havishams. He heard brakes screech a couple of times, but the shopping cart kept rolling with its grisly load

of exquisite corpses, victims of the Robopocolypse. Past the bombed-out facades of office buildings it rolled, leaving sticky drippings in its track. One of the wheels began to

turn. It was the wheel in the sky. And it kept turnin. Steve Perry fell out of it and said, "I don't know where I'll be tomorrow. I can't take this much longer."

..." "I like that!" Steve Perry smiled, picking up his mic, "I like it a lot!" Steve Perry held out his open arms and I came running. "I never stopped believing, you know."

I stuffed a one-dollar bill into Perry's shirt collar. "May I call you Step-hen?" I asked him. He looked taken aback, then slouched, nodding. "How did you know?" he asked me.