Jimmy's turn to get high. He grasped the

Jimmy's turn to get high. He grasped the glass pipe and admired its workmanship. Someone had put some love into it. He closed his eyes and began to nod hard, shattering the pipe

and cutting his forehead. Now, Amy was a crack pusher, but she had a heart of gold. So she rushed Jimmy to her Lexus Coupe and over to County Hospital Emergency. The night nurse

"I'm a crack pusher with a heart of gold." The nurse unbuttoned her top. Her breasts were like a sunrise at the beach. The nurse reached in and pulled out a colt 45. She aimed it

at his crotch. "Now, what were you saying about crack being good for the plumber?" The nurse cackled. It was a laugh akin to jars of peanut butter being drawn and quartered by Lars

Penderson, the world plane pulling champion. But he couldn't help but be drawn into the siren song of that laughter, feeling his groin harden with the anticipation of

the sudden rush of blood when the severe abdominal hernia arrived as an unavoidable consequence of pulling an actual airplane. MotherPussBucketThatHurt! At least the laughter

helped ease the pain of what must be internal bleeding. Good gods in heaven, why am I faced with pulling this plane alone? Where is Mighty Mike and where is Flip? With only a

small toy car engine and a fist full of charcoal, the Little Plain That Could wiped the blood from his nose and began to call for help. Mighty Mike, Flip, where are you?

but there was no answer. As the blood drained out of his nose in a constant stream, the Little Plain became first a line and then a point and was no more.