Mouths wide open. That’s how his neighbors spend their evenings nowadays. Necks cocked back to the ceiling, taking in the dripping streams...

The toppings sloughed then plopped and sunk in the cloudy water below. Pepperoni, olives, sausage chunks, and peppers...

He’s crept inside and sewn himself into the fibers. One by one, each and every stitch is his, is his...

A marked man’s prowess lives beneath the next man's shoes. He’s a gunslinger with a turkey in his holster. That’s right. You ever been scared of your next meal?

Lucky for him he kept one arm stuck elbow deep in a jar of grace. Greedy little fingers his have always been...

That bologna sandwich turned eating into a miserable production. From that moment on, I deconstructed and reimagined the eating process of every food set before me with both diligence and border-line mania...

All I want is a bowl of cereal, but a family of rats picked off my teeth. So I’ll have applesauce—like I did yesterday...

Looks good from here, wouldn’t you say? Albeit fuzzy...

Betcha wanna know what I’m scribbling—well, it’s the last page of this book...

Wearing one shoe doesn’t stop others from minding where they step. A bare foot’s also real good at finding all the broken bits of glass and shrapnel in the halls...