After watching every single episode of The Twilight Zone, The Outer Limits, Alfred Hitchcock Presents, Thriller, Tales From The Darkside, Steven Spielberg Presents Amazing Stories, Night Gallery, Tales From The Crypt, Happy Days, The Prisoner, One Step Beyond, Cops, Friday The Thirteenth: The Series, The Ten Commandments and Alf, surrealism was dead to me.
This is the man called Aquaman. He was in the middle of his darkest day. No lie. I know this, because I have been burdened with the role of omniscient storyteller. In some circles, it would be comical for a man to be surrounded by eight dead bodies skewered through the head by swordfish. I can tell you this: Aquaman was pissed beyond words and at the same time terrified. This was a set up and he was being framed. But who? Who?
And so it came to be, McGruff the Crime Dog™ known for taking a bite out of crime had fallen out of favor and out of a job. Representing crime prevention was a sweetheart deal, and with it, came a healthy lifestyle that unemployment was not going to support.
The banana was complacent in the sun, basking in its luxurious yellow. For the first time in its short life, it realized truth is omnipresent from within and without. This epiphany was short-lived, when a monkey devoured it whole.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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