April Fools Day 2001
My deaf-hating Texan (remember that Texas was a separate nation from America and that many Texans are prolly really anti-American) Fascist Racist Anti-American White Trash Shrink told me that not to "listen to my voices". Yeah, whatever, "Mr. PHD in Bestiality Oral Loving"
Well, Once Upon a Time, it was April Fools Day, 2001. I always run home from Apollo's Karate (or was that Asshole's karate?) like, 10 miles home because my hearing father is a "cock-blocker" and tried his best to "prevent me from driving" despite that I've made thousands of dollars to buy a car, he wants to prevent me from driving.
But lets get to the point. The point is, on April Fool's Day, 2001, when I run home on another of the 1000th ten mile run, a pathetic, excruciating, and boring run. I heard a voice and it said, "let me show you something"
I was running home and minding my own business when out of nowhere a new red convertible crashes into a glass bus stop with no other car involved. The teenage couple in the front and back of the car must be having sex
and fucking while driving a new shiny convertible that their daddy brought them, to crash in the glass bus stop like that and destroy the thing, shattering glass everywhere.
The accident was by the Panera Bread on 41st and Yale. The new red convertible was going westbound, and was smashed into an bus stop.
I continued on running, and saw a crashed motorbike, ambulance, police, and the motorist all chit-chat-tin' near the corner of 36th and Harvard.
I got these cartoons from Playboy, thanks to the little boys who remove them from the shrink wrapper. I brought it and viola, I saw these cartoons,
boy, these cartoons sure shown me the accidents I witnessed on April Fools Day, 2001.
Whoa, the voice said, "I want to show you something"
Damn, I make a lot of weird spirit friends and foes. I don't know what ghost is the practical prankster.