He played Chopin's Nocture in Eb Major to

He played Chopin's Nocture in Eb Major to great applause from the crowd. Some, however, were displeased and threw rotten tomatoes and various herbs onto the stage in protest.

But Doc Holiday spun around and said, "I'm your huckleberry." Smoke. Fire. Splintering wood. The entire audience was dead in a rumply, bloody, gut infested carpet. Doc Holiday stoo

d back and admired the carnage. Doc Holiday liked nothing more than a day of 14th century-like, get your hands dirty, give 'em a glorious ending fight. Tom turned to the window

& puked. Tom had a sensitive stomach, you see. He really didn't have what it took to be a gunslinger in the wild, wild west. He took this internship with Doc Holiday just so he cou

ld prove to the folks back home that he was brave-which clearly he was not. Doc put is hand on Tom's shoulder. "Kid, its just a little gore-if you can't stomach it find a new job."

"Very well." I said and sang "Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Wierd and Gilly!" accompanied by some electrifying chords. They looked at me like I was

from outer space. I summoned my Starship with a chord progression. The neck & body looking like a giant guitar it hovered above Wierd & Gilly, superstring drive vibrating the air

and sending ripples through the void. "You...aren't leaving, are you Ziggy?" a kid in a denim jacket asked, looking up at me with wide, dark eyes. I nodded sadly - my astral home

,sprinkled with stardust, was slowly departing on the nearest Turtle.If I missed it, it would be a countless number of karmic cycles before I could return. "Ziggy," said denim kid,

looking up at me with his one red shoe, "Dance with me". So I did, I turned my back to my cosmic home and faced the child, promptly absorbing his life energy in our marital dance.