Evan

I'm just your better than average local so and so. I watch movies, I eat cake, I drink gin, I smoke, I write. On rainy days I defecate into a bucket. On hot days I sculpt the aforementioned defecation into counterfeit Hummel figurines which I sell to the blind. I bleed rich frothy gravy. I've sold my blood to buy drugs, ironically from the same guy that bought my blood. I once found a rat tail in my Denver scramble.....and ate it anyway. Once, I witnessed the skeletal remains of Fred Astaire tap dance with a fat bus driver named Gus, who was dressed as Shirley Temple, while the ghost of Ella Fitzgerald scatted a tune so powerful it could open the gates of hell...and did. My house has window, but no door. In the gloaming of the day I sit atop a two story pile of tainted peeps and taint them further. In the bitter silence of a moonless midnight I lay in bed and wonder...could Al Jolson beat Louis Armstrong in an Indian knife fight?