Y'know car safety systems have come a long way, but someone was out to prove they could be outsmarted. Had I known what was going to happen, I would have never stepped into the shower. The near-death experience brought new ideas to light.

So I decided to live my life by the big beef manifesto. So I figured a few sticks of dynamite were easier than a fishing pole to catch fish, I would write “sorry for the damage” and stick it on some random car, shave peaches to prove a point, make tart lemonade that could quenched longing, but not anyone's thirst. If anyone asked where I was I'd say I was in Kansas.

Courage and stupidity were all I had. I had decided to accept my fate of accepting my fate.

The secret ingredient to my wonderful life is crime. No one questions it, like how nobody questions who built the pyramids in Mexico.

So long and thanks for the fish.