They were the hyper-rich. Shadowy figures

They were the hyper-rich. Shadowy figures with their show unicorns and moon rituals. Tonight they danced at the private estate of 'L. His Atlantic island custom built with

the best Normandic fiddler mouse ears and rice patties monopoly money could buy. Normal currency was below people of such stature, after all. The party at 'L's estate was grand,

So grand in fact, the guests were invited to smoke an 'L' of 'L's private collection at absolutely no cost to themselves.

Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit smoking crack. I mean, how often do you get to hotbox LL Cool J's El Camino? I remember going into the car, and I remember

Airplane! That was a great movie. So was Kentucky Fried Movie. Just as I was laughing I realized I had a blistering hot crack pipe in my mouth and I had to be in surgery in

ride from my friend Jimmy, who owned a jet. And so after a 5 hour flight, I arrived in Munich...... Nebraska. Jimmy was an idiot, "I need to get to Germany!!" I had 3 hours to get

to Germany, as I had to explain to him repeatedly. This only confused Jimmy more. "Do you mean Germany Township, PA, or Germany Valley, WV?" he asked. Now I was beginning to get

a wee bit annoyed. This kid would NOT shut the hell up. "New Germany, Minnesota! What else would I be talking about!?" I stormed off, constraining my urge to slice his achilles but

I just stewed in the back of the car with the windmills in my mind. "...Paris, France .... Paris Hilton... Plaster of Paris..Parrish Priest... Pair of Jacks" Until I went to sleep.