My mom totally spied through all my stuff and took all of the best issues of The Impossible Adventures of Parker and the Chartreuse Lads, can you believe it! I mean, sure, there's that scene where the guy gets his larynx punched through with a railroad spike, but c'mon. I'm mature enough to handle that.

Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of leftover fruitcake for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Larry told one about a ghost named Damien who haunted the guy who stole his viridian arse. Bobby was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally great.