The car was entering the curve at well below

The car was entering the curve at well below the speed limit. Little did this matter as the driver was blindfolded. This was the ultimate test of clairvoyance. As the road turned,

the driver didn't, miraculously avoiding a wide load missiile transport covering both lanes. The car careened down an embankment into a river. The blindfolded driver detected H2O

by drowning. What the blindfolded driver had not counted on was reawakening 10 minutes in the past. There was the wide load missile transport covering both lanes again. This time

he tore off the blindfold. He double-checked the flux capacitor and gauges. Then he put the pedal to the metal and sped toward the double wide transport. Holding his breath,

he closed his eyes and spiraled the shuttle into the docking bay of his reluctant saviours without a sou to his name. When he came to in his new body, the nurse informed him that

all purchases were final. Could it be? He sat up on the hospital bed, pulling down the hem of his mod dress. With a compact, he took in his flawless cat eyes and rosy red lips.

And decided then that no matter how cute he was or how much it would tear him apart the basement must be burned down to the underground. He felt like a blonde Japanese Kogal on her

Frontal lobe lawn. The basement had a skeleton closet. Her uncle made dandelion wine the old fashioned way. He put a label on it, Clown Shoes. He apparently owned a pair when young

"And beans." I knew right then that something wicked this way would come. Probably about an hour after the promised Mexican meal. What a weird tale.