WaterWorld

by Rob Arteman

I recently began exploring a focus in a dimension that I would translate as the Hydro Dimension. A type of water world.

My focus, Al G. Spertoely is apparently the head of a grime syndicate. Even so, I always seem to keep my hands clean and anytime the authorities think they can get something on me, it just won’t stick. I always manage to slip through their fingers.

Then, along came this new mayor, a woman named Heira Caine and a district attorney that I’ve mixed it up with a few times and she always seems to come out on top!

A woman named Olive Valvolina.

It’s obvious they both wanna hang me out to dry.

Heira stormed into town and shook things up a bit, but ultimately ran out of stream. Because it is the Spertoley families that provided her with off shore support. So we just let her run dry…

However, the DA was another story. It’s like she could see right through me. She tainted water marked bills with food coloring and picked up some of my boys. They were hit with a wet/dry vac during a raid on one of our laundering facilities. I know she’s just trying to flush me out.

One of them’s gonna rat on me. I think it’ll be Lee King Hosé. He’d spill his guts even if you taped him up. Or Tai Tannic, that guy is a disaster waiting to happen. Of the three, the only one I think I can trust is Duane Trap. He gives up nothing!

So after condensing my thoughts, I think I’ll craw up onto a beach somewhere with my girl friend Dusty and lay low for awhile. I’ll give Valvolina 3 months tops, or maybe 3000 miles. With all of the grime in this city, her future’s looking black. Then I’ll be there to pull the plug and rain on her parade!

While sponge juggling with my best friend Tubs, he told me that he could porcelain slap Olive until he knocked the pit out of her, if I can arrange a meeting with his ex-wife Bubbles! All their problems began with Tub’s idea of a proper ring. Bubbles works in one of my pipe clubs. I could hire a hit man by the name of Wayne Storm to bwoe her bwains out!

Now sure, I’ve thought about that DA deep frying with the happy meals a few times. However, I’ve also been thinking about going straight. Sure it can be a bit rocky, but if I can learn to go with the flow, it’ll be down hill after that!

Maybe I could do a stand-up comedy show at the youthful to be night club, “Fountain of Goof!” Or perhaps a tow truck driver dealing with illegal water parking. Piloting Delta Faucet’s water jets! Maybe I can be the next wave in consciousness.

Addressing the belief system of imbeshells!

Oh! I don’t know!