There was a rickshaw accident in front of the old theater. Her ass was like a Cadillac. A dog named God was dead in the grass. A youth group rode bikes and giggled. God did not make a good-looking corpse. A black book was spilling out numbers. The driver was an ugly girl that looked like a beautiful boy. Inside the empty theater there was a man giving a speech. He had nominated himself for an award and voted for himself and presented himself with the award and now he was thanking himself for all the hard working he had done and for being there through the hard times and for believing in himself.