what if life was a comic book? i mean i was sittin there today in the shop just twindle my fingers and thinkin bout random things. then i seen no shit a 20 glued to the ceiling... how and why i dont know but the only thing i could think of was how to get it. thats when the super heros/ comic book life poped in my m head. im you late for work and cars brooke down or has a flat or more realisticaly out of gas... well tihnk your self some wings and fly to work. lame i know but hten we grappled out in the sand pit durein lunch and that took me back to the lil kid and the bully.. how cool would it be to hulk out or grew hair fangs and a bad case of flees like wolf man n go nuts? i mean i dnt smoke any more but damn this was one of those train of thoughts jst one thing leddin to another. like we ran the obsticle course and mokey powers... fling poo at the speed of a bullet and be able to swing form any where. maybe the desert gettin to me or maybe its too late my brains been fried (what little there is..jk) just a thought