You know how when you're eating, or reading,

You know how when you're eating, or reading, or driving or whatever and all of a sudden nothing makes any sense and you just kind of pass out for ten or twelve minutes?

That happened to me on a drive down to Alamagordo 10 years ago, & I am still trying to reconstruct what happened during that fateful blackout, but I traced the strange black tattoo

on the tip of that strange, mutilated dangling thing that smelled like old gym socks. That's why I washed my hand. I washed it real good. But as I washed my hand I saw in the mirro

r that some of the stringy, mildewy smelling stuff had splashed onto my face. "EWWW!" I reached for the soap dispenser, but saw that I'd already emptied it while cleaning my hand.

So, hey, do you think you could help me? It's not easy to get all my errands done, being a paraplegic and all. First, I'll need you to strap me to the back of your motorcycle.

Totally, yah man, no problem. Hop on. Oh wait, I guess you can't. Sorry. Here let me help..ah my back! Somebody help me. &#*$! " The paraplegic hitchhiker waited while the biker

reached into his backpack to retrieve a bungie cord. "I can strap you onto the back of my bike!" Soon the biker and the hiker headed down the hill when they came upon a

giant crablike insect with a chrome carapace and chainsaw pincers protruding from every angle that blocked their path. The biker & the hiker decided that this was not one of the

Creatures they would like to meet on the road. They sang, "Highway To Hell", much to everyone else's annoyance. The karma police were called but the crablike creature killed them.