You're all probably wondering why I'm hovering

You're all probably wondering why I'm hovering above your table. Well, I'm dead, and unfortunately I have to haunt you guys. Let me tell you why. It all started back in 1982 when I

peed on a tree. A guy haunted me while i was peeing and asked me to view his penis. I screamed "NOO" but he was sooo happy about his penis that he made me view it.

I recoiled i horror and began screaming. He just laughed maniacly. It was really wierd looking, and was old and hairy. I almost bashed my head against a tree to death, but

then he said " hey kid, do you want to lick my icying?" AND I DID!!!

The icying was so good but when he laughed I got suspesious and walked way.

Away from the life I had,away from those leeches I called friends. I had to overcome the fact that I was an african american in a racist society. In that day I decided "I'm going

coo coo for coco puffs." I was going to embrace the commercialized raced dialogue in the furtherance of sugar cereals and finally reclaim my Americanhood by

ODing on coco puffs. I knew Kookoo bird going "coco for coco puffs" was just an allegory for drug abuse. Sugar was a drug with potential. I became 'The Sugarbaron' smuggling cane

sugar in live Puertorican sand beetles. It's just a matter of stuffing the suger in their asses and setting them loose just before the border. Since they are attracted by the smell