We are searching for the studio of the famous artist/wise man Ronald Frank. He lives at the very end of a long alley, in a garage. When we find his home, he has a cameo of you above his garage door. He knew we were coming all along.
Biggie's Poop
My bathroom is being renovated, so my landlady shows me to the bathroom in the downstairs apartment. She looks inside to make sure there is toilet paper for me, and yells : BIGGIE! YOU DIDN'T FLUSH YOUR POOP!
It is apparently Biggie Smalls' apartment. Biggie isn't dead.
Black Breath
Wasting Disease
You lie in a hospital bed, dying of a wasting disease. A stranger stands at the head of your bed. He bends down and breathes on your face. Wherever he breathes, your face turns black. Slowly the darkness spreads, until you are at peace.
Toothpaste
I worry that I haven’t brought enough toothpaste to jail to last us through our life sentence. Sometimes they let us sleep together on a narrow couch, where we hold each other tightly. After you die, I try to hug a guard who looks a little bit like you. He is nice, and lets me.
Toothpaste
Goldfish in a Ball
I see some boys in the street tossing around a clear plastic ball with a live goldfish inside. I chase them away and rescue the goldfish. When I release the fish from the ball, it jumps down my shirt. It tickles like crazy.
goldfish