Blister

Columnist Billy Manes sends in the clowns for columnist Billy Manes. No Joke

I always thought it would be a suicide note; some sad lipstick smudge on a cocktail napkin folded into illegibility and probably stained with histrionic nicotine sighs of discontent left in an ashtray next to a burning bed. There would be the sirens of fire trucks crowing an off-key "Sympathy for the Devil" while housewives in housecoats barefooted their way around suburban crime scene tape in search of the nearest local news camera in which to mumble their eulogies: "He was so young."