I dried off and wrapped the towel around

I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. Entering my bedroom, I dropped the towel and glanced up to see my wife's friend standing there. We held eye contact for a full 5

minutes. My wife's best friend was naked, just like me. But unlike me, she was also dead, her glassy eyes wide with surprise. I had mistaken that wide-eyed stare when my towel fell

from a clothesline onto a warrior riding through the village. The enraged warrior took his sword and sliced through my towel, dismounted his horse and grab hold of a terrified

terrier, he threw it up and sliced it half, pointed at me and said, "Let's Sup!" The warrior had emerged from the past. My neighbor screamed, "Puffy! You killed mu dog you bastard

had eaten,he began to recite an old hymn:the story of his people.I was deeply moved.Inspired,I then told him my tale,about yesterday,when I couldn't find the car keys.The warrior

nodded in respect and patted my shoulder for comfort. "And you know whats the worst?" I said. The warrior waited patiently. "The keys were in my pocket the whole time!" I sobbed.

The warrior looked at me askance. He was too tired to comfort me, he had already killed 42 men that day. I blindly continued, "So it was too late. The keys were no use by then. I

had to sleep outside! It almost hit freezing that night!" The man blinked "I just killed 42 men. I ended human lives. Their blood will-" "And speaking of bloodstains," I broke in,

"Charlie Starkweather complained of much the same things." It was no fun to spend the nights on Lower Wacker Drive, especially with the police watching, Bob Carlock told me.