when i was sleeping while i saw a ghost with

when i was sleeping while i saw a ghost with blood stained in it"s mouth and was coming towards me with a hamburger with bloody worms and venom of snakes in the burger, i woke up..

my brother who was sleeping in the other bed. "Hey George! Burger delivery!" The mere mention of burgers was enough to send him into a ravenous frenzy. He lunged at the ghost and

jabbed at it with a butter knife, but it passed right through the shimmering ectoplasm. Ever persistent, ravenous George squirted mustard at the ghost and tried to play ketchup.

It needed more than dressing up as a mushed tomato constantly bleeding out tomato juice to represent some fancy catsup. On the questions that they throw at me I take an unusual

stance. Usually, I stood on my hands and wiggled my feet while answering. I was the best Hunts mascot ever. I met the Oscar Meyer hot dog man at a convention. It was

a tawdry, torrid affair, neither of us disrobing our mascot costumes, which muffled voices as well as hid faces. Lunch meat wouldn't be the same. I was full of bologna, literally.

Afterward, we smoked cigarettes, taking care not to singe our ridiculous plush lips. He fell asleep, and I wiggled carefully out of my mascot costume and ran to catch a cab home.

I really didn't want to answer their call, but the bell was too loud to ignore it. They told me that they were going to pick up the costume in a few minutes. I hung up and ran away

And then it hit me - life's too short to run away all the time. I stopped, turned on my heel, and approached the door. When I answered it, my mind was blown. It was dad.