Yesterday it was fighter jets competing to kill each other fueling at the same gas station.
There have been others.
The poor cat was really driven insane by lust.
It was finally satisfied.
Apparently the satisfaction was late and traumatic and the cat is now insane.
I loved the cat.
My wife loved the cat.
we were short of money.
We didn't want kittens.
Now the poor cat is insane.
Finally I was in a paper house with mod children and spraycans of paint and paper walls.
I was smoking again.
Pictures were everywhere.
I could move some.
I kept falling around.
The mod kids were nice.
They played good music on the mini disc music system that had been spray painted.
They didn't have to give it back.
Morris had killed himself and left it to them.
The cat is still insane.