Palm Lanes Sucks
In the name of horsey, the malevolent, the merciless...
Chapter 3: The Waltz, Volume 1
As it came in the old days, I worked in the pit of hell. Many before have claimed to know the name and features of hell, but I tell you they are liars. The name of the pit is Palm Lanes. And it is the abode of the DEVIL. There are 32 lanes of doom lining a road to nowhere. There are giant heavy tools of Satan to pick up the wood and put down the wood and raze the Earth of her fruits and reap the souls of those that toil there. And so it was with me.
Many days and many more nights did I toil above the soul sucking machines. And the faceless voice (which at the time came out of the bowling alley speakers) told me to get below the machine and serve up my soul. So I did. And while I was down there, some jackass took his ball, and threw it down upon me, to smite me. But I did feel it coming and get verily out of the fucking way. And as I strode down the lane with wood in each hand, the first words of the prophecy came unto me, and I spake them thus:
Don't throw that thing at me, you bitch...