He was a monster,he agreed.He saw himself

He was a monster,he agreed.He saw himself as one since the day he killed that girl and waited,holding her cold naked body till dark,when he buried her on the campus garden.But no

Oingo Boingo concert could

really oingo his boingo. She gave him a queer look and said that wasn't her sort of music. She liked blue grass and hillbillie music. Her cousin and brother played at the jamboree

which was easy since they were the same person. Her taste for bluegrass was about as far as her musical horizon stretched though, so it was no surprise that her cousin-brother was

also her father's uncle and had tickets to Yonder Mountain String Band. She couldn't decide whether to take her cousin-brother or just miracle some poor shlub in the parking lot.

with a backstage pass. She had time to decide. The first song had been playing for only 40 minutes. Turning to her daugher/sister, she said

In a van, under the bridge. Down by the river. It was in the groupie whore code of ethics; page 110, Section 2 G, Paragraph 6 "Acceptable Locations for canine/human copulation"

That's why it was so surprising to find a feline snuggled up with her in the back of the vehicle as I slid open the door in the dampness under the passing train.

"See," she whispered, "I told you my kittie was wet". Flabbergasted, I put the blanket in the trunk, and quietly decided never to date an ESL student ever again.