They took me from my bed and threw me in a van. No one else was there except the cops and me. They didn't tell what it was about and in fact they didn't have mouths, they hardly had faces.
We rode for a long time and I really had to pee. They hadn't blindfolded me so not only could I see where we were going but I got a good look at the inside of the van. Stuffed in a crease of one of the rear quarter-panels was a red, plastic beer cup. I shuffled over to the cup on my knees, my ankles shackled and my arms cuffed behind my back. Kneeling before the cup, I motioned to the cops around me that, hey, fellas, one of you are going to have to help me here and take my Johnson out so I can, you know, fill this cup.
The faceless, dumb cops just kept looking ahead at the road. They looked like mannequins composed of black holes.
We stopped at an IHOP and some Mexican busboy helped me take care of business in a bathroom thick with the scent of urinal cakes.
When I left the bathroom, I saw the cops sitting at a table, staring at their food. After all, they had no mouths.
I've invited some people to go there and a few have replied but I'd like to see more.
So if you have recently received an odd invitation and don't know what it's about - it's not about cheap Cialis or Barnyard Girls.
And if you want to know more, you know how to email me.