Needled

Shootin' heroin with Jesus and Wolverine.

J.C. scored the bag so he goes first.

His halo's tiltin'.
Yep- he got off.

Now Logan.

Man- that's a monstrously large hit.

Well, he put in most of the buy money.
Suppose it's his right.

He registers and slams the plunger home.

Lopsided grin.
Beautific gaze.
There he goes.

Ooops- he's down.

Flat on his back.
Pupils pinned and rolled up.
Tryin' to get under his eyelids.

And foam.

Frothy foam dribblin' from the corners of his mouth.
And a low moan.

The Nazerene snaps out of his buzz.

He's runnin' around us in a circle.

Arms flappin'.
Robe flappin'.

Over and over again.
Only three words.

Oh My God.
Oh My God.
Oh My God.

Me, I'm thinkin' the last person we want here is Your Dad.

Now He's sandle trampolining on Wolvie's chest.

Up and down.
Up and down.

Shoulder long hippie hair movin' like swan wings.

Now He's kneeling alongside the Adamantium addict.
Fannin' His crown across the whiskers.

Then it happens.
The old guy pops claw and slices through
the glowing ring in three places.

Christ- the shock.

Everything stops.

I'm frozen.

Then those two exchange a wink,
look at me and start a
bust-a-gut laughing jag.

Great- I've been punked.


Screw this.

I'm gonna go burn a bowl with Buddha.