A Note for Travelers and Those Who Wander
Oh, Buddha. You’re a guppy. You look a bit lost. You also look a bit stupid. I can tell by that blank look on your face. Deadly combination here. Might as well give me your wallet now and let me put you out of your misery. Bullet tween the eyes’ll do it. Don’t look at me like that. It’ll be less painful that those prickly shadows that jump out at you from dark alleyways. Have a seat and I’ll tell you a few things. Do you want a drink? Look, you’ve landed yourself in a world. More exactly, you’ve landed yourself in my world. Yes, it’s true. This place is a manifestation of my sick and off-beat mind. This bar we’re in for instance. See how it’s all dark and smoky? Notice the shoddy wood that holds the place together. Not to mention the rotting driftwood that they use to piece together the table and chairs. Yup. It’s all mine. All of it! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!! Anywho, I’ve lovingly christened my world Impossibility. A few things to watch out for are: The Reverend and his Church of Uncommon Wisdom, Hooker Vampires, Convenience Store Barbarians and the cream gravy. Oh yeah, and don’t drink the water. Oops, a little to late for that one, eh? They say you’ve never really suffered until dysentery has wreaked havoc on your insides. This ought to be fun.