Is he crazy again. Yeah, this time it was a snake he saw a snake and flipped out. It was, of course, an illusion. There were no snakes, and I am not sure he has ever seen a snake once in his entire life. Maybe Tube. I could swoop him up on a flight to India, and could show him cobras. That is a really bad idea. Kids who go so far inside of themselves, his meds did not help, meant that his time here was limited. He’ll never last another year. I pity the snake. Throw him into a shower. Trash the hoodie. He could have mine. Sometimes when he’s really stressed, he will beat himself on the head, or he will slam his head hard against a wall, and he has put entires walls to shame. He needs to go live in a truckstop. Black coffee eyes. Disguised by makeup. Which made it worse like zombies are coming in the windows and they’re all wearing eye make-up. Buy the lady some shots. What are you, right out of 1939. If you’re looking for the angel of hard fucking times, we’ll always have Paris, you have come to the right place. He was from the High Church of West Virginia Jesus Snakes. Praise the lord and do not take his name in vain. I hate snakes. But owls eat them. Mister, can I borrow your field a few minutes so we can take a couple pictures what game you at boy. Pictures. Where you from. Always the same shit. It’s for a book of pictures. Does it have big words. None we know of. What was that. None we know of.