At 7/5/09 10:55 AM, STEM wrote:
How did I know that FUNK would come in here and mock the crowds
Gather around, torch-wielding children. Father Funk may bless us all with nightmares, if we shall choose to listen
Once, when I was four and living on Long Island, my mom had gotten into debt with the mob over her coke habit. In order to get even, they had her drive a get away car for a retaliatory attack against an enemy who'd stolen coke from Mom's dealer. Mom didn't have a baby sitter, so I rode with her; dad had no idea what was going on, and my older brother was in school.
In a drug induced psychotic rage, the dope dealer decided to CUT OFF THE THEIF'S ARM WITH A CHAINSAW so he couldn't cut up his coke anymore.