I wasn’t mad, I was confused… everyone was talking, talking, talking at me and I couldn’t understand a word they were saying, and then their voices became a blur and soon I couldn’t even recognize their faces; they were like these blobs and they started to grow fangs and their eyes became green and I knew I had to run away. So I packed my knapsack, got on the train, and looked up at the map and decided I wanted to live on Coney Island. I thought it would be… you know… a real island. That I thought I could hide there like Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Fin, but imagine my surprise… The teacups were the only ride they would let me on by myself, so I got on it and I started spinning around and ‘round and ‘round. But I feel like I am still there… spinning ‘round and ‘round and ‘round… and the ride won’t stop… You were right, Ray, I am scared. But you’re scared too. You’re scared as I am and I thought that maybe if we could go together…
