A moral end to my story would be a surprise,so

A moral end to my story would be a surprise,so when SlimWhitman was able to do it during a game of "chaz",I was amazed that being a 49er faithful fan he still voted for Nixon.Black

Sabbath still played on his Stereo. At 47, my Buddy Boy Dan Mars was an audiophile who smoked 11 Davoddoff cigars a day, a cheap imitation of the original. He was the Oldest Living

boyfriend I'd ever had, but he was Seedy, Dysfunc and a GooB, as if he really was from Mars. I'd had it. I threw all his love letters into my neighbor Muriel'schipper

only to find the chipper already in use masticating the remnants of what appeared to be some type of phallic, fury, umm... I know this sounds ridiculous but nonetheless contained

the corpse of Robin Williams. The chipper sprayed pink, hyper goo all around her Rhododendrons. Later while she sipped tea on the porch, her "Rhodies" said, "Nanoo Nanoo

. All the other flowers laughed & applauded. A few years went by and the Robin Williams Rhododendrons kept telling jokes. Pretty soon, the other flowers just rolled their eyes and

Or Robbie Williams? Or Robbie Benson? Or William Roberts, for that matter. All in the Richard LaMotta club, each having his Chipwich in Ipswich, laughing it up at my expense...

But I wasn't going to take that any more. There were too many sub-references. If someone said "I want my two dollars" I was gonna explode. So, I gathered my things and slowly

dropped nickels behind me as I made my way through the darkening forest, weeping bitterly. Maybe they would find me again someday. But maybe...they would not.