Guess who's back... back again...
"I don't trust any of you dogfuckers."
"You've been at the medicine cabinet again, haven't you?"
"What gives you that idea?" says the man hiding behind the sofa with a gun.
"Look, I know you're depressed over the Dante Street column, but crawling into an inhaler full of christ knows what isn't going to... you're not even listening, are you?"
"I can hear Radio Free Europe in my head bones. I have many head bones. My head bones and I are going to scan the television channels for traitors and pigs. They are everywhere. Don't come near me or I'll shoot you. I trust nothing. These are strange days. Bring me some cigarettes."
"Will you shoot me if I come close enough to give them to you?"
"Yes. I love my head bones."
"You've been at the medicine cabinet again, haven't you?"
"What gives you that idea?" says the man hiding behind the sofa with a gun.
"Look, I know you're depressed over the Dante Street column, but crawling into an inhaler full of christ knows what isn't going to... you're not even listening, are you?"
"I can hear Radio Free Europe in my head bones. I have many head bones. My head bones and I are going to scan the television channels for traitors and pigs. They are everywhere. Don't come near me or I'll shoot you. I trust nothing. These are strange days. Bring me some cigarettes."
"Will you shoot me if I come close enough to give them to you?"
"Yes. I love my head bones."