Frank filled up the dolls with sand & lead

Frank filled up the dolls with sand & lead weights, screwed their heads on & heaved them into the jogging stroller, put on his running tights & strapped on his water bottles.

Frank lost control of the stroller halfway up 22nd St., and it rolled back downhill picking up speed.The sand and lead weights in the dolls kept it from tipping as it collided with

pedestrians, throwing them into the gutter. The big wheels of the demon-possessed stroller with the sand & scary lead dolls caught fire while Frank watched in disbelief. The deadly

poltergeist was one real mutha; the split-level it had infested was built on an Apache burial ground which itself was built on an Anasazi burial ground. Neighborhood houses began

to all look alike. Then a Mcd's and 18 Starbucks's opened up in our neighborhood. I noticed that Bob across the street was wearing the same jacket as I was. His wife looked just

like the wife I wanted. I looked at Bob again. We were wearing the same jacket. Why not the same life? Wait, I know there is only room in a life for one liver. What could I do?

Bob and I both wore the once fashionable lumber jackets that came in colours ... red, blue, green, yellow. We both went to high school in the first half of the 70's. Back in style,

(or so we thought), we ponced down the streets of New Orleans, sweating bullets in our lumber jackets. Whores tittered at us (literally) from windows, and old jazz man shook their

but then, without warning, a seismic shift in the Natural Selection section in the evolutionary chain caused our need to urinate disappear, and we danced on into the early morning.