There once was a boy named Johnny he always

There once was a boy named Johnny he always liked to do

handstands on his bike on his way to his desk job at the mayonnaise administration and maintenance bureau (MAMB). Johnny always felt free doing hand stands. But one day

while pressing his cheeks together in front of a mirror, someone loosened his handlebars. At his next headstand, he crunched into the gravel and collapsed his cervical vertebrae.

His pinched nerves caused a roman candle spray of memories to flood before his eyes and he saw himself. Four. Sitting on the potty. Red faced dad in front of him

-alayan tribes, bartering his sister for toilet paper. Dad returned to the can and said, "Only the best for my new favorite child," and tossed him a roll of 2-Ply. His memories

were spotty and often betrayed him in the moment. Turning eighty five next week gave him a free pass to blurt out random truths that the rest of us wouldn't dare. His favorite

stamp's portrait for the profile of William Campbell? The blue octopus was rather prodigious, and his acting in sci-fi soon had the B-movie market booming. Soon it would boom for

the little Squire Jojo teaming up with the squire of Gothos. The Blue Octopus played the nefarious surgeon Doc Scapulus. The squire of Gothos teleported little Squire Jojo into

FoldingStoryLand, where he grew in stature & importance among FS royalty. All seemed right with the world after all. Or was it? A shadow slipped around the corner, unnoticed.