THERE AREN'T WINNERS, ONLY GRINNERS.

you stand face to face with a crocodile. huge teeth glimmer in the stinking noon sun. you notice drops of water slowly forming into little tear drops and falling slowly off the gritty skin of the beast before you. the pounding sound of its tail tearing into the water. time stops. behind the beast, a bird, in soft focus far away tweet tweets in a tree. if this weren't so terrifying, it would be heavenly. feet sink sickeningly into the mud. in moments you will be dead. there will be only one winner and it is staring you in the eyes. dead eyes. your mouth feels pasty, like you've smoked a pack of cigarettes for breakfast, had a mouthwash of vagina, then sat out in a desert for a week. beneath the layers of plaque there is the slightest hint of better times. they have long since perished and left behind a body ready to shit themselves with fear. time is still frozen. stopped. the painted, gaping jaw of the crocodile, backlit by the beating sun, and off to the left, in the distance the tweeting bird poised in the sky, ready to glide effortlessly away toward another day. you swallow a mouthful of your dry, off cheese mouth, and reach into your pocket and retrieve a piece of gum. you unwrap it in slow motion as the crocodile smiles it jaw at you. the gum inches toward your mouth as the crocodiles jaws slowly clamp down toward your little melon head. at least you will go out with fresh breath.....the sun strikes against the jagged tooth of this mighty man killer. you can smell the stench of the undead rising from the depths of its belly. the pungent stench hits you hard from the crocodiles open jaw. without thinking you throw the gum into its mouth and your eyes close as you are overwhelmed with minty freshness. is this death? dark, minty freshness. then you open your eyes and there before you is the crocodile, reclining, on its side, one clawed arm supporting its head as it chews on the gum and looks at you. you swear it is smiling at you, and then, and then, and then.....no...you are going mad. the crocodile winks at you and nods its head. you can do little but smile back and laugh hysterically. your pasty mouth becomes the rich juices of a woman you may one day see again. there are no winners here, only grinners............................welcome to the world of johnny blank.