In the space of four seconds, Joey recounted

In the space of four seconds, Joey recounted his life's accomplishments. He'd had a surprisingly full life, despite only having lived to 22. The wall, and his death, were fast

approaching, but he thought instead about his first memories. He remembered digging for clams with his grandfather--how they would shoot water like squirt guns. He remembered the

the smell of sea salt and the froth left behind by waves. The telltale holes in the wet sand and the gritty feel of sand as they burrowed. The beach fire and fresh clambake. Gramps

the freed sweater kittens and pulled his spf 70 lube from his back pocket. Reaching the savory female, gramps said

"Cowboy Up!" and he popped a wheelee on his Schwinn, and landed on the woman in a perfect spider-grope move. She could smell brill cream wafting from

the sewers, and she barely had time to wonder what that meant about her brain damage before he

showed her the engagement ring. "Be with me here, underground, in the sewers, away from the hustle and bustle of the surface dwellers." She looked deeply into his subterranean eyes

where he beheld to his surprise a phantasmagoric, half-exploric look of adulation in a yellow-golden iris of animalistic designation. My resignation became clear upon the previous

fold, if I only could have read it before I wrote this one. Since I had no idea what the context was and it was 6:00 pm somewhere, it was time to finish this up and start drinking.