Whatever is wrong with you is the most comfortable suit of all, superseding seersucker and all the trimmings. I tip my hat to you, Mr. Weeyums: it is a better world with you in it than behind it.

Hey, like in the Three Lies Game (and why don't you introduce it to the Lies Page here) all three of those pictures creep me the fuck out -- and there's not even a slight stretching of the truth involved. Those malevolent-looking, albeit sunwashed, Southern California kids with every expensive play-gadget on Earth, really _were_ children of the Russkya Mafia, living across the street from the Tar Pits -- (a seriously high-dollar address). The Night Fiends were pretty much homeless thugs working the shadows beneath the Santi Monica pier. And the two slightly normal-ish kids at the picnic table are my children. That's Laura's back turned toward the camera, eating ice cream. The Vamp and her younger dimbulb of a brother (joined the Marines because he could get a free snowboard as recruitment bait!) standing on the table are the children of friends. And that picture creeps me silly.