PATSY CLINE AIN'T THE ONLY CRAZY ONE

   I think I’m Hallucinating, Blog thing.

   I was jogging by the woods… the same route I take every day. I could swear I saw him, Blog thing. Mother fucking Jack Skellington, standing right there in the trees! He was right there! I don’t mean I caught glimpse out of the corner of my eye of some old stump or something, either. I was staring straight at the mother fucker, and then he’s just… gone.

   The worst part is… fucker didn’t have a face… Nothing at all. I mean what the fuck?

   I need some real sleep, man… I think I might be starting to crack up.