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I wasn't always a bum. I used to be someone.

  • I wasn't always a bum. I used to be someone. I used to be rich and powerful. Until I met her.
  • She re-made me. She changed me. She mixed my emotions and drowned my intelligence. She left me a cold, hampered carcass. A crusty shell with little left to give. Desperately
  • I tried to make it up the hill. "C'mon, ol' gal," she grumbled, stepping on my gas."This is all your fault, bitch," I wanted to say."You shouldn't have taken that auto repair class
  • & changed my oil. I coughed a cloud of blue smoke & felt my heart knock & seize up. "This is it!" I clutched my clutch, my gears stripped bare. I used the Nav's voice to cuss her
  • a new tailpipe. Why drag races require GPS now is a mystery, a mystery I pondered as my transmission threw and the car leaped off of the track. As I rolled and bounced, the mystery
  • banana fell out of the tail pipe. The smart mouthed cop from Detroit had tricked me again. This Beverly Hills, we will be respected. To get him back, I called a tabloid and told th
  • E reporter I had been getting a few Z's at the bargaining table so I missed the accident outside my front door. A three headed cow had been crossing the road when Ludwig X drove by
  • and shot it for research purposes. Ludwig X would later develop a life saving drug, that would give people three heads. As the saying goes, "Three heads are better than one" or is
  • that made up? Either way, Ludwig had cursed all who had taken the drug. Those who grew three heads would soon die from insanity, their multiple personalities couldn't coexist.
  • The trick was for the experiments to continue until a 3head COULD coexist before the trait disappeared in the bloodlines. For that to happen you need a massive breeding operation.

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