Takeshi Migamoto ran and ran, until he could

Takeshi Migamoto ran and ran, until he could not run anymore. He collapsed in front of a karaoke bar. Had he lost them? He heard the Yakuza thugs shouting far behind. He entered

the karaoke bar and found Akira wanting him to join in a duet. The crowd seemed friendly enough but when Takeshi and Akira walked onto the stage

my memory of college collapsed into a singularity, as if every molecule of THC had gathered to a point resulting in a creative density which would make the DEA throw every last

...oh who am I kidding. I wasn't that high. In fact, I faked being high. Weed made me paranoid so I pretended to inhaled but really I was just dry puffing. But I'm a gangsta rapper

Esick, I order pepperoni pizza." "Cut the crap!", Joe Strummer said as he ate a steak burrito. The imposter reminded Joe he never finisbed his book. It was best left at 666 pages.

Joe Strummer pointed out that if 666 pages were what was wanted then yes his book was done whether it was completed or not. “Here, have some Free Cheesebread.” The London phone was

ringing off the hook. It was Joe's agent. "They love the book, old man," said Percy, "but have only if you cut out chapters one through thirty. Possible?" Joe stared at the phone

realization finally dawning on him. Joe didn't bother answering. He just hung up & fixed himself a stiff drink. "Why am I even here?" he pondered. Miraculously, at that moment,

an epiphany exploded in his mind."You know what? I'm not dead yet." Joe gulped back a hard swallow, finishing his drink. "Does it really matter? Life goes on and waits for no one."