03/30
          Ontario, Oregon; pubes in the urinal. How did they get there? What the fuck do you have to do to get your own ball hair to fall out while you pee?
          Maybe I should ask Elvis. He does seem to know I'm a hound dog. To me, that's proof enough of his wisdom.
          Wasn't Elvis found dead on a toilet? And here I am, in a gas station toilet, hearing his voice. His ghost remains, haunting toilet users across America. The bastard.
          A dog in the parking lot. Fat. Brown. Confused.
          Robot men from the anus of Mars.