Back in his thatched and round abode, Merlin

Back in his thatched and round abode, Merlin laid out his cloak of black feathers near the peat fire and sat to type out the lyrics for his next top-40 hit. The old black Royal cla

cked and the return carriage rang as he wrote line after line. Suddenly there was a loud banging at the thick oak door. Merlin peered out the small round window to see a short, fat

, bald woman with thick lips & (he had to look twice to make sure) a goatee. "I see you in there, you no-good sonofabitch! Come out now or I'll break the door down!" He had no idea

who this bearded woman at his door was or what she wanted. He began to think frantically how to escape. Running for the fire escape he saw a midget & a clown climbing up toward him

. The clown had a beard and as did the midget. They circled him and started singing as the cross-dresser also joined this rotation. He felt nauseous at the scene before him

As he attempted to explain to me with gesturous enthusiasm why it was exactly that he was sitting on the floor I walked past paying no attention to him. This was largely because of

Everyone else doing that, as if it was performance art. There were pairs of shoes everywhere as well, so I had to pay attention and try not to trip over anything. What kind of

tool even wore Crocs anymore? I had to physically restrain myself from "accidentally" stepping on them. Besides, time was of the essence and I still had to

buy shoelaces for the homeless man on 4th street, who had loose Crocs.