I knew I wasn’t going to get far so I drove

I knew I wasn’t going to get far so I drove two miles down the road and then off into an old factory road that had been abandoned for ten years. There was a bar blocking the way,
a sign nailed to a tree states, Private Property, trespassers would be shot on sight. By whom he wondered. I don't believe
trees should be private property. I mean, they grow by themselves, nobody owns them. I decided to carry on & climbed a barbed wire
fence, too distracted by my mission to realize one of the barbs had snagged my pants and ripped the crotch out of my retro acid-wash jeans. The ripping sound was drowned out by the
by the chain saw that the nice man in the leather mask was waving at me. He seemed to want to cut the barbed wire so I could get free. I smiled at him and said, "Thanks" and lifted
my arms. As I was getting up another gentleman wearing a blood stained hockey mask came up and indicated that he'd like to chop some firewood. I had just had sex and done drugs so
i needed a shower and tried to bring the blood-stained gentleman with me. He then morphed into one of those wax-covered string toys also known as
Yo-yo. The german taxi driver laughed and said "That is a childrens toy". Yo-yo didn't take kindly to people laughing at his name
but really, he was named after a fad. How mad could he get that the Berliner made fun of him for something that was silly in every language? He paid the driver and got out in
plenty of time to walk into the theatre, onto the stage, and claim his prize. Disco Jones had earned his Nobel, and Berliner be damned, he would take it.

Started: 2011-02-02 02:41:10
Finished: 2011-03-20 19:25:43

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