Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of old tires for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Chuckie told one about a ghost named Lucius who haunted the guy who stole his emerald groin. Marky was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally wicked.

My friends are all going nuts about arranging flowers, but I'd rather spend my time reading comics. The new issue of Hard-Boiled People vs. The Fabulous Blasphemy just came out!