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self. And a little for Fishy and Vinny, but that was about it. He did like the flowers that popped up everywhere. There weren’t too many around, really. Mr. Bolshevik cut them down with a lawn mower because he thought they were weeds trying to take over his garden. He was an idiot in that way.

Joe also liked how the trees got all green in the spring. It reminded him of leprechauns and stuff.

To celebrate Easter in spring, Joe bought a chocolate bunny and ate it. He hated easter chocolate bunnies. The chocolate wasn’t real chocolate. It was fake chocolate. But some were real chocolate. Most were fake, though. Sometimes he got real ones. Sometimes he got fake ones. They were hard to tell apart. Except by the taste. The fake ones tasted like pig fat.

There were two holidays that were officially declared as drunk holidays. On these holidays, all the idiot teenagers in the city went out to bars and got