![]() I had always hated demons, but every since the Almond Street Incident, as I liked to call it, I had gone from hatred to perfect hatred, and for me, when that happened, there was no turning back. ![]() Then, to the left of those there was a set of steel monkey-bars that doubled as a demon-jail, the monsters already trapped there and seeing that they should easily be able to climb out but somehow not being able to unless I strolled over and sang them a song or just told them they were free–neither of which I was going to do. Jumping boards that you could not only jump up and down on but you could also paint by using your thoughts, and even make them talk and say hilarious things. A swing-set that wasn’t really a swing-set but a launchpad into Outer Space–if you could get yourself high enough in the air. If I, Captain Hong Wong Silver, couldn’t resist enslaving five ready and willing neighborhood girls in my daddy’s old chicken coup, then I certainly wasn’t going to be able to resist the temptation of a weird playground. +++My little sister Patsy gave me that look of wisdom that always scared me because she was younger than me and shouldn’t have any wisdom at all, much less the kind of look in her big olive-green eyes that screamed I’m an old wise woman! But still, I couldn’t resist. +++‘I know where a weird playground is, Scooter.’ ![]()
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