The aliens came again last night. I know

The aliens came again last night. I know because my pajamas were all wet bunched in a corner of the room and I had on a fresh dry pair when I woke up. Third time this week.

I'm no fool. The little flying saucers on the replacement PJs have invisible occult signs on them, not like mine. They took samples too. My clone is surely in an alien cocoon on

discount mescaline. Supplied by the reverse vicar when the moon oozes. But such speculation does little to reinforce the confidence of the surgeons at the Art Institute; in fact

it does not do well in the sale of alcohol in stores. The surgeons at the Art Institute wanted to test something on the Reverse Vicar. They had what they called, DAHLI SYRUP.

Sure, ttaM the Reverse Vicar came for the DAHLI SYRUP, but stayed for the Stubbleball wagering. Running from his only dream, the juice did nothing for his pain. But gambling

Paid off only four years after he sold the DAHLI SYRUP on Amazon and ttaM the Reverse Vicar was a marketing genius. It was a best seller in the health foods department. Not only

because it was only sold in the health foods department, or because it was very expensive, or because it made cacti grew our of the palms of your hands. No, it was a best seller be

-cause it sold more than the author's other books. It came out on a Tuesday and 16 people (the author's friends) bought it within the first hour it appeared on Amazon. It wasn't

a staggering work of genius. But it was the kind of book you would take to the beach- a page turner to while away the time as the sun shone and the sea gathered at your feet.