Issue #3: Pages 25 & 26

Shove that goddamn whamy bar up your ass and get out of Bemidji! PRECIOUS DARK ANGEL I work alone in a house full of developmentally disabled people. Sometimes when I'm doing a seventeen hour shift I feel as if I'm employed by Satan. When Mathew, one of the clients, sits in his chair, the spittle in the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on the floor, and the constant monotone moaning, I think