Victoria

The Guttierrez children had a habit of competing with each other. Their mother, Rosa Guittierez was comparatively late in having children. By her 30th birthday, her three older sisters already had children in their teens and her youngest sister, Rosalia, had two of her own. When Rosa finally found her man, they quickly married and she caught up by having 5 children in 4 years, but when the last of Rosa's children was born, Victoria, half of Rosa's womb came out with her, ending that generation. Rosa was satisfied with her children, but couldn't help holding back the slightest amount of resentment toward Victoria.

Victoria was oblivious to it as a child and misinterpreted these signals in her teens. Listening to alternative music and wearing darker shaded clothing. The slightest sign of favoritism was picked up on. Each one multiplying against the last until one day uncle Massimo let the cat out of the bag. "Even if Rosa could have more children, none would be as sweet as you. Don't feel guilty anymore." Unfortunately, uncle Massimo's revelation back fired, further ostracizing her from her family.

On September 25th, the Guttierez family got ready for the 17th Annual San Lorenzo County Art Fair. The children decided to hold a worst dressed contest. Eduardo brought his ZONE perfect backpack. Maxine wore her old teddy bear coat. Rebecca put on Eduardo's fedora. Rosa joined in and wore a dress over her t-shirt. Victoria on the other hand fought her way out of the competition, but still went along for the art.

'88 til Infinity

Larry was riding on the Subway. He was playing a handheld video game based on the animated series Masters of the Universe. He didn't pay for the video game. He got it free from Sears in 1988 when he purchased a combo denim jacket/Jeans (which he was not coincidentally wearing).

Larry played the video game often. He played Super Mario 64 on Nintendo 64 once in 1997. He didn't enjoy it. Larry thought it was too "hectic" and didn't have any "soul."

One time at a bar called Cheers in Brooklyn Larry got in an argument with a patron. The patron had the belief that Jack White was the greatest guitar player off all time. Larry disagreed and stated that the best guitar solo ever played was by Steve Stevens in Billy Idol's Rebel Yell because it featured a good "laser guitar" sound that is still futuristic to this day. The patron asked Larry if he ever listened to The White Stripes. Larry said he hadn't. He said he didn't listen to any music after hearing "Rebel Yell" because there was no point in listening to music after hearing the best song ever created.

Larry got off of the subway when the subway stopped. He didn't put his video game in his jean pocket because there was a hole there. He walked up the stairs to the street and towards Ricky's Deli Mart. Larry believed they had the best sandwiches. He didn't eat there every day.
He ate there every time he left his house to eat.

Ms. Lee

That foot print there looks like a Reebok, a Reebok Trainer... a very deep imprint deep. They must have been running. Good for them. It's very difficult running in the sand. You loose a lot of traction in sand. I've run on the beach a few times. I remember Santa Monica once, playing Frisbee, That must have been during sophomore year. No, junior year. Kevin was there. Yeah, it was his birthday or something like that.

I just have to accept the fact that I'll never know why that didn't work out.

There goes a Basset Hound...

You loose a lot of traction running in the sand that's for sure. It seems like the harder you press against the earth the less ground you gain. A sprinter will still go faster, but they have to exert a lot more energy than someone on a flat surface. There must be a correlation there. Energy exerted and distance gained. I've heard it's good for your ankles though. I wonder if walking is similar. My shoes have pretty good traction. I don't feel like I'm loosing much ground, at least nothing significant.

The Slitheree Dee Ain't Got Shit on Me

The sun slowly drowned in the bloody red sky...

Kelcey O'Reilly and Pete Wilshire were sitting in a motor boat. It moved swiftly on the water. Kelcey was smoking a Pall Mall. Pete had curly orange hair.

"We've been circling this lake for hours," Pete yelled over the engine, "We can barely see anything now. Do you really think you're gonna find anything."

Kelcey heard him. But didn't respond. He was the captain of his motor boat. The captain of the SS Baha. And he would not take shit from anyone.

"I say we call it a night and take the boat back to shore," Pete said with his hand on Kelcey's shoulder. "We can come out first thing in the morning."

"Fuck, Pete. You know that the only people who decide when this boat goes to shore are the O'Reilly men." Kelcey inhaled Pall Mall smoke, "And now, I'm the sole O'Reilly man. So sit the hell down."

Pete sat down.

The boat skimmed the water for five minutes.

Waves began to rock the SS Baha.

Pete quickly stood up and pointed, "Kelcey... look..."

"I know."

The creature was 200 meters away from the motor boat. Bobbing up and down in the water. Waves ensued.

"Pete, hand me the seal bombs."

"What seal bombs."

Kelcey turned around. Looked at Pete, "Did you bring the seal bombs."

Pete looked around the 4 meter long motor boat, "Ummm... actually... no."

The SS Baha turned around and returned to shore. The creature returned to the dreary depths from which it emerged.

... The sun was slowly swallowed by Lake Loch Ness. It wasn't powerful enough to prevent it's fate, and the world at once became dark.