to be honest paulie, i can't really remember going to fucko's to commemorate any terror inducing tragedies. it's fitting actually. maybe you can remind me. god, going to fucko's was usually pretty lame--all those st. thomas tools consuming shitty booze. the other night a spider bit me seven times in the temple while i was sleeping and i've been a little fucked since; no super powers yet except drowsiness.
but as soon as Jameson tries to cop a feel he's gone.