The man backed up and ran over the little

The man backed up and ran over the little boy again. He looked out the window and saw boy's head hadn't been crushed. He grabbed his briefcase and started whacking

the shit out of the boys head,not realizing that the law was watching him

through the frosted glass. He had never been truly aware of his surroundings due to the tiny transponder buried deep in his

s of his perception shattered. Reality was just a series of printed scraps of paper. People drove around in cardboard boxes. His office was a chalk-drawn square on the pavement. He

was a chalk-drawn figure on the pavement. Huh? He was floating above a crime scene & his dead body was in the center. He'd been living in a cardboard box. Who'd kill a homeless guy

that had smelled as bad as him? As he floated up towards heaven he arrived at the gates. It looked like the Mormons were right. He began to panic as he thought of the hell that

surely awaited him. An angel read him his Miranda rights and led to the Throne Room where God was seated in his black robe holding a golden gavel. He anxiously awaited the verdict.

"Let's make it short, shall we? You are hereby suspended from the use of the Internet, and illegally copy and distribute copyrighted material" God said. Jimmy shat himself

and then did the unthinkable. He grabbed a book and headed outside. It was a gorgeous spring day as Jimmy settled into the hammock and opened to the first page.