In my shrimp daze, I saw a wall that had every bad thing ever uttered about another human I had said in my lifetime. The wall kept me from a piece of pink cake that I could smell but not see on the other side. Those aboringinals have got it goin' on! The light came on in my head and said (sorry to mix metaphors again), those people are YOU, and if you want your cake, you must tear down the wall. I began kicking the wall. First I kicked the Dirty Ho--then the Sissy. Down tumbled the Spic, Dago and Cripple until they were all a pile in front of me. I stepped over the Hooker Mama to get my cake. I was happy. As I awoke, the ice sculpture, like my heart, had melted and the white eyed man was gone.
