Roid Monster

The doctor gave me steroids to help with my upper respiratory funk .. and I guess it's working. But now I have this strange compulsion to run through the streets, howling at the neon lights and raking the skies with my withered claws. The moon .. she calls to me ... she calls to me ..

Last Saturday I watched my daughter roll some bowling balls at Cosmic Bowling. I ate some pizza and had a couple of diet Cokes. That night I dreamed I was flying through space and time, seeding the universe with stars. Which now makes me wonder what exactly was in that pizza?