Mookie Riffic

I love the smell of fresh dirt -- but I wish my nose didn't hurt. He opened his eyes a little, and saw--- Brown. Oh. I'm lyring facedown in it. That must be why it's a little difficult to breathe. He tried to roll over onto his back, and failed. He tried again, then gave it up as hopeless. S'okay. I really don't want to go anywhere, anyhow. I've always wanted to be a worm, anyway. Worms can have a good time all by themselves and never know the difference. "Oh, your my tail? I thought you were my girlfriend." He lay there in the dirt and oak leaves, imagining a beautiful red-haired woman smiling at him. A particular beautiful red-haired woman who dumped him in public and led him to drink. He sighed.