Crazy girl.

You could see it on her.

Bones and skin and the sandals she wore 

wouldn’t stay on her feet.

It broke my heart.

I loved that girl.

We walked through the mall.

I heard laughter behind us. 

Teenagers. Boys.

Psst. Hey.

Crazy girl.

Black and blue laughter.

With cruelty in it.

Cra-zee. Hey crazy girl. 

I turned and I screamed.

Screamed every curse word I’ve ever heard.

She watched.

She said nothing.

We drifted apart.

She went back to the place she was born.

Took a bottle of pills in 2005.

Left me her face and the look in her eye.

I saw it on walls.

I saw it on water.

I saw it in hours when that’s all there was.

Psst. 

Hey. 

I loved you.

You know?

And you broke my heart.

And she said no.

What you did.

There

My idols are dead, and my enemies are in power.

Sometimes I get stuck in the past, processing a mountain one handful at a time.

But when I fuck right off to my little mountain, and process it one handful/shovelful/bucketful at a time, there's only peace.

We're in an America based on tabloid news, underground comix, 1970s trash culture, Jack Chick Tracts, Mad magazine, and what Fox News viewers likely think kids these days are up to. The geist is very 70s, blended with present-day and 1990s elements. In short it's a story that could only take place in a comic book, and one NOT intended for children. It features a small army of small town characters, including writer/artist Rick Altergott's most notorious