Way back in the day when I was a wee child and living in Kansas City with My Daddy and my Evil Step-Mom DJ, I had a pet hamster.
He was a tiny baby hamster, so I had to feed him from a very tiny baby milk bottle. I loved feeding him so much in this way.
Well I kinda ‘over-did’ it and one day he just exploded.
It was, needless to say, a shocking mess.
But I was guilty!
Imagine my remorse.
This was my first personal tragedy.
First time I ever felt sorrow.
I tried to hold on to memories of happier times:
But I kept having this recurring dream:
I was not an evil child.
But I grew up to be an evil man.
It’s a Darwinian thing:
Survival of the fittest
What goes around comes around I guess.
I’ve accumulated none.
(And probably too late to rack up any)
John and Yoko can hook me up!
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