I met a guy last night. He says he's an undercover agent, plus he was a porn actor in the 70s. He asked me some strange questions, so I called my rubber ducky, from an abandoned phone booth, on an abandoned street, very dark, and he said, kick that fools ass, like a fresh cauliflower, right now. I know this sounds like a cop movie, but I'm very serious. Then I threw my shoe in a river, to avoid evidence, and smoked a Toscano, while watching a kgb agent, posing as an ice cream vendor. I asked him if it is normal to sell ice cream at three o'clock in the morning. He told me that in Russia it is normal to sell things in the early morning.