I'm in a white room with no door. In the

I'm in a white room with no door. In the corner is a small girl, she seems to be crying. I start to run to her but a man gets in my way, "Who the heck are you?" He asks swinging

his long arms at the end of which his knuckles drag along the floor. "Police," I said, showing my badge. The girl cried "Help!" and the man reached in his pocket and pulled out a

sabertooth colarbone. He was so low he didn't need to get on one knee. The girl said "Stop stalking me! Officer arrest him." But Zorg want you be his cavewoman." I cuffed Zorg &

gave him a prompt beat down with my night stick; man I loved being a cop! I got to beat and shoot whoever I wanted and when I got caught I got to go on a paid vacation, sweet!

The only thing was that no matter how much I loved the malange of legal violence I got to do as a Cop, it never seemed to fully erase that memory of Janis and the winter of 2014.

Janis was the name of my dog. She was the best. She knew how to make me happy when I came home and how to pull my strings. I wish I wasn't so careless back then. Janis died on dece

mber the 30th, after having spent 6 days stuck in a box. I had forgotten all about it when I had received the long awaited new xCube 180 on Christmas. Still, I know Janis would hav

E looked for Mr. Tomato on the Red Line to Wilson. He wasn't there. He had given her three bushels of tomatoez from his garden, which I had canned. I had enough tomatoes for a year

of tomatoes if I only used one a day. Who can only use one tomato in a day? I admit it, it would be tough. Maybe I could make friends with Mr. Garlic, I hear his bulbs need rubbing

since he fell out of clove with his aromatic partner, the Lady of Shallot. Mr. Garlic caught her with Sir Mincelot and went off the deep end. Now he's doing time at Red Onion.