"Why are you judgin' me," asked Slick Willy.
       "Because I got a whole lot of death occurring in this part of the neighbourhood and I assume that you're the person taking them all to another air, mother-father."
       "I'm sick and I'm tired," said Slick Willy, "and my head is falling off at this very moment as we speak."
       Slick Willy took his knapsack and tucked it inside his third pocket. He always knew he was losing his sense of direction but it never occurred to him why they were always judging him. He killed a man in Dixie and that wasn't enough to scare off the others. He was a joke and he knew it. The end was so perfect but he just couldn't see it.
       "You leaving today?" asked Judge Billiard.
       "That's none of your damn business," said Willy, "I'm a hoeing tonight, and you're not my daddy, big bird."
       "I am a parrot without wings," said the Judge, "watch me fly."
       Before Willy could stop the Judge, Judge Billiard jumped out of the fifty story building and plunged to his death. Willy's heart crept inside of him. He just didn't know what to do and how to perceive the situation at the present moment. He had become his own nosebleed. Merriet rushed in quickly into the room.
       "Why'd you kill him?" asked Merriet.
       "I didn't kill him!" screamed Slick Willy, "He jumped out himself."
       "Watermelons make me kill," said Merriet.
       "I know, I know," said Willy, "but you got to stop the passion for death before it gets you like it got me. I used to be an amphibeous being once in my God-forsaken life and look at me now: I am nothing but a pitiful shell of what once was a man who killed for the pure joy of the sport. How could something like that so simple lead one to kill, lead one to never be understood at all. Right now I realize that I was wrong."
       "They're coming, Willy," said Merriet, "I can't help you no longer. You must leave now. There's a secret entrance through that door with the key- hole that looks like your mother's hole."
       "I've never seen my mother's hole," said Willy, "the only time I saw it was when I was coming out of it at zero years old.
       "I understand," said Merriet, "you understand that I must go to the police and tell them that I saw you or else I'll be in suspicion."
       "Do what you must, Merriet. I love you and hate you at the same time."
       "Same here, old friend," said Merriet.
       Slick Willy kissed Merriet on her indexed right toe and ran out through the secret passage way before the cops rushed in. One minute later, the door blew open and rushed in were iron-clad officers carrying booey-clubs in their hands and mustard stains on their shoe.
       "Mooo!" said one of the officer.
       "Baaahhhh!" said another.
       "Oink, oink!" said another.
       Merriet couldn't stand them. She emasculated herself and went deep into her mind and escaped all of them. On the other side of the building, Willy was running for his life. He climbed over the rim of the silverdome and blew a sigh of relief as he jumped down into the alley. He turned and ran but a strange man blocked his way.
       "I am your father!" screamed the old man.
       "No!!!" screamed Willy.
       "I am your mother!" screamed the old man.
       "No!!!" screamed Willy.
       Willy struck the old man on his two vulumptuous breasts and ran all the way to the crowded intersection. What would he do? People would see him and possibly one of them would shoot him. He ran and hid his head with his arms but as he made his seventeenth step running a car racing perpendicular to his position hit him and he flew ten yards over the car. Screames fluorished the air and a crowd of people ran to Willy.
       "That's Slick Willy Rubenstein, the killer of many," said one man.
       "He killed women and children and cattle too!" screamed another man.
       "Willy used to have sex with me when I was a child!" screamed a woman.
       "Barbituism is a form of abstinence," screamed an anonymous source.
       Willy's eyes opened and saw the crowd of people who were amazed at his presence. He tried to move but he couldn't. He figured his legs were broken.
       "Someone help me!" he screamed in the busy street.
       All of a sudden, a cocaine wind blew up into the people's nostrils and killed them all. Slick Willy crawled to a gutter to get away but it was too late, the cocaine wind got him.

       Later on at night, Mother Wilson looked at the body of Slick Willy and said to herself, "He always persisted his own existence. It finally got to him. He couldn't take it anymore. He let cocaine kill him. Drugs are bad and I will forever not be into them. They mess up your bodily systems and could kill you like that cocaine wind did in Slick Willy, wild shooter of the East, killed women and children and cattle. I must move on and live my own life and stay away from drugs. I was taught this in school two days ago by my 3rd grade Health teacher, Miss Rabia Clajora. I am a little girl and I live in a house with my mommy and my daddy. Sometimes when they are away, I invite people over to play a game of Rugby. And to hurt those people I will take and icepick and stab them to their worthless deaths. I am a human being and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does."
       Mother Wilson walked away and was never heard of again...