Hayden Floyd hesitated a moment. "There's

Hayden Floyd hesitated a moment. "There's a reason the moon only shows us one face, and it's nowhere near Tycho," she said. "It's strange that the center of that face has no name."

Hayden spun on his heel, "No, it's strange that there are unexplained wet spots on the grocery conveyor belt." She withdrew a little, what he said had the horrifying trait of being

somehow disturbing. However, she gathered herself and casually said that it is not unusual at all.

"Because as everyone knows," she said "there's nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly."

My moth-er often said things like that. It was her way of saying that I should bee myself and not judge myself too harshly. I sighed and crawled out of the silky cocoon.

As always, it took a few shakes of the head to remind myself of why my mom and I were here. The effects of the hybrid drugs did that to you...but the wings I had were worth

their weight in gold...or, at least, I thought they were...hybrid drugs...wow...Mom, on the other hand, was not affected...maybe Woodstock had something to do with it...maybe not

a kind soul, always looking for ways to help. When kindling was needed to start the fire- Goatman was there, though he was exhausted after helping tie The Burning Man to the stake.

Goatman was a kindly lad, they all thought. As the burning man statue lit up in flames, they all sang kum-bay-yah and took lots of drugs. Mainly acid.