Messy Marv the Megaphone pt. 1

       Here I am with a sock full of quarters and a head full of acid. Nobody knows how violent I can be. Not even me, though I do have a basic idea. In fact, nobody knows how violent they can be. People consciously choose to do everything that their bodies do on the exterior. The interior is mechanical - a machine of flesh and arteries and muscles and organs and pink. So why do I have a sock full of quarters I ask myself. Is it because I have one sock on at the moment or because the bank ran out of notes? There was a robbery tomorrow. Some lunatic with a sock full of quarters blagged the place.
       God, this acid has me dazed. I'm off to see Jerome in a bit. Need some more of this stuff. And I'm going to need some more socks and quarters. For some reason they keep disappearing on me. I wonder what I have left to trade him. All I have left is my saddle, spatula, and courage. But I'm going to need my saddle and spatula for yesterday's robbery. Maybe he can trade me my courage for a horse. I can hide it behind my back when the guards aren't looking. I may just need an item to help me hide a horse then, perhaps a tire, or a hula-hoop, or a needle.
       Too many wasted nights. Above the sky, beyond the palette, lies a dormant mouse with a brush and a speaker. What he said was “hide your shame”. There must be something more to this marathon than a pool of hurdles and a gas station in flames. Crossed arms advanced among the lines and in the bunkers, but never did such a mouse exhale such powerful, earth-shattering words as “hide your shame”. Words of wisdom, my son. Learn to breathe.
       Fffff… Aaaah… Fffff… Aaaah… That's it! You got it! Oh no! Keep going, you were doing so well!
       SANCTUARY!!!
       'File this under “/”. Next in line, please. Move along. May I take your order? Mm-hm. Yes. Is that all? That'll be 4 peacock feathers, 2 bed knobs, and a slice of turkey. Well please sir, you're holding up the line.'
       That's my impression of Jerome. Not bad, eh? Howsabout you kick my ass? No? Then I'll do it. ARRRGH!! AHHHH!! Ahhh… turn the other cheek. How trite.
       Messy, what's the trouble? Eight gorillas and a pack of camels. Place your bets. Bidding ends. *Sigh* One day I'll win the lottery and get out of this hell hole.
       Nooo!! I'm not going back! I've been to hell and I'm not going back! You can't take me! Let go! Let go! You're hurting me! Ow!!
       Hey, it's you. Messy. No wait, I've never seen you before. You must be Claire. Hahaha… nope. Monacalacajacapacawacawacachacaclacanacafacabacadacagacacacakacayacazacahaca. My nerve. Twitch. Fade. Shred. Alive. Taste. Mountain buds.
       Whoa… everything is getting really bright. Or maybe I'm just getting really really dumb. Hahahahahahahaha! Not so fast Chumpy the Peanut. We gotta scan you first. Hmm. A bag of grass and a walking cane. Were you planning to let the grass roam free in my country then hunt down the wicked and beat them senseless with your cane? No? I hope not. And don't ever let me catch you doing it either. You may go through.
       Tax me, I'm crazy. I hope I never find a cure. Sanity would blow my mind to bits. Things don't need to make so much sense. Things are fine the way they are. No change required. Well actually, on second thought, I am all out of quarters.