She tore his life apart. He just got back

She tore his life apart. He just got back from bowling to find shreds of it on the lawn. That is what he remembers whenever he is lucid long enough to have a thought of his own.

Which he seldom was. But in the morning, after the night air had raked the shreds of his torn apart life off the lawn, and the rain had swept it along the gutter, into the sewer

and off to the sparkling ocean where the sea-monkeys played, he decided that it was all for the best. So he left a note for Beth-Anne, saying that he was off to join the Navy.

In the Navy. Yes he could sail the seven seas! In the Navy! Beth-Anne could put her mind at ease! In the Navy! He wouldn't see or do evil with the Sea Monkeys! In the Navy!

In The Navy! Whew! What a work out! Beth-Anne was exhausted. Seniors in chair jazzercise really got her motor running. She was only 25 but filled in for Mrs. McGurk as instructor

Little did Beth-Anne realize that one of her jazzercise students would later ask her out for a drink after class

Now this is where the story gets really interesting because, you see, Beth-Anne was not your average Jazzercise instructor. She worked for Putin. But she let it slip when she had

also, at one time been implicated in a sex for secrets scandal.

Surrounding his persona who defected. Nijinsky was

my main ninja. He was a ninja with attitude. I'd be like "Ninja, please" and he'd just be all "Peace out my ninjas."