Thursday, June 19, 2008

Still Lost In Arkansas - Blame The Cat

Stupid cat jumped into my bedroom and now it's gone. I'm still in Arkansas. Talked to a cop who was biting down on his hot-dog. Told him what happened. He started talking about incest and other shit - something about some bloke called Pietro. I couldn't understand a word he was saying. The cat was nowhere to be found. It looked something like the one in the above photo - but a little wilder and more mangaesque like in a Joe Mad artbook. Some black kid is rolling a baseball into a hole in the ground right in front of me. I must be thirsty. Tell me how to get home. Please.