Foxavier and Plinka - A Sample

Buy healthy foods, exercise, and plan new diets. Why does life suck? I have to change entirely, just to be okay. This stuff writes itself.

Nagging doesn't work. Stop eating. Save some for tomorrow. Those cookies sit in my pantry and burn a hole in my head. It's a choice.

I didn't choose this.

Eat normal portions. No seconds. I can eat anything as long as I stick to one serving. Not two, not three. Not five. Why do I need five hot dogs to be happy? Normal people are happy with one. And then I'm still not happy.

Also, it's about the grains. Mostly grains, mostly rice and oatmeal, and corn and wheat, then vegetables, then fruits, then a little meat or cheese, and no sugar. And, of course, absolutely no hydrogenated oil.

Dodger lives downstairs. He has short curly blond hair. He gets in fights often. Has a pretty nice looking girlfriend. The criminals always have the hottest women. He's tripped out. He's pacing the kitchen, clenching a hammer.

Later he carries a big TV out the house, and comes back with a blood covered face. Some guy hit him with a baseball bat. He's drunk, "Come with me Fox, help me get those guys."

"Sorry man, way too violent for me."

These poor kids in the street. This is all they know. The mother next door slaps the little girl's hand. No wonder they kill each other.

Make a bow and arrow from wire hangers and rubber bands to occupy myself. With my door open, I can shoot my couch from fifteen feet.

Les' door is open. Ten people inside one room. A little guy on his hands and knees searches the floor. His big buddy tells him to stop and slaps his cheek, red. A few seconds later the small guy is down on the floor again. The large guy slaps him again.

Les comes in the hall and says,"Call the police. I got ripped off." He goes in his crowded room. Jude throws him through his own front window onto the lawn.

Howard is moving because his Meals on Wheels have been stolen. "You guys want any before I throw it out?" Mostly junk. Several good butcher knives.

Rodney, "I'll take one."

Scufo, "I'll take one. You want one?"

I take one.

Scufo, "Look at us all with knives."

We laugh.

Dodger and I play a game. I stand in front of the concrete barrier and he tries to nail me with the soccer ball from across the street. All I do is move out of the way like Kung Fu, but he got me a couple of times.