Part 7: The Part Where Leeroy Contemplates Becoming a Superhero

   It was a cold and windy night when I woke up and I realized that I'm not very important. I reached -
   My eyes open. A metallic screeching pierces the afternoon sky. I get up and wander in its general direction, but am stopped in my tracks by a spunky girl drugged up to her forehead. She had precious little of herself left. I liked that.
   I asked her where I could get some drugs (yes, I actually asked her where i could get some "drugs") and the first thing she asked was "are my eyes red?" The next thing she asked was "what the fuck was that?" as a bee flew by her face. The final thing she said was "look for Charlie Sheen."
   So I looked. Luckily, Charlie Sheen is winning, so it didn't take long to find him. It's never hard to find people who win. I asked him for some coke, and he said sure. He reminded me that he ate coke for breakfast. Then he reminded me he ate coke for second breakfast. Then he said he was winning and assured me that he also ate coke for elevencies, dinner, and supper.
   I searched again for the metallic noise ("why is it so loud right now?") and stumbled across a man and a woman trying to steal an ATM. For one blissful, coked up moment, I contemplated fighting the crime. I thought about flying. I thought about super strength and super intelligence and super attractiveness. I could even have my own superhero name, "The Naked Man." But then I remembered something. I remembered I'm not that important.
   So I just walked away.

Part 6: Leeroy Remembers Something

   The donkeys are back. They're eating their food. The food the dog and I pissed in. Poor bastards.
   I sit and think for a while. I think really hard, but I can't remember anything about my book or about my family or about my past. I look at the paper, but it still says "everything I see is everything I lose." No more. No less.
   One of the donkeys starts making a disgusting gurgling noise, and then vomits up a piece of paper. Of course he does. I know it's the note the messenger left me. It has to be. I wait for the note to dry off a bit and then pick it up.
   There's something poetic in that. The dogs will piss in the bowls of the asses, but the asses will just throw it right back up for the dogs to eat. And the dogs will enjoy it.
   Sure enough, the paper has my handwriting on the front. It says, "... Christians, porn stars and butchers all wear love like a bad teenage film star." Whatever that means. The world hadn't changed much. On the back it says, in chickenscratch notation, "look up."
    I did.
    There were socks hanging from the ceiling. I take them. Big old dress socks. What the Hell do I do with these?
                                                                              ....
    A fire alarm sends me outside. The fire doesn't scare me much. Some people set fires just to kill things. Somebody in the crowd does scare me a bit. This guy doesn't have any limbs. After a while, I realize he's staring back at me.
    "Uh." I say.
    "What?"
    "You don't have any arms."
    "You're naked except for-"
    "You don't have any legs."
    "You're naked except for a pair of dress socks. You're the naked guy."
    "It's a fashion statement."
    "A lack of limbs is a way of life."
    "So, uh. How do you..."
    "I roll."
    "... Nice. My name's Leeroy."
    "Brian."

Part 5: The Part Where Leeroy Meets Lucky the Dog

   My eyes open. The hay in front of me blurs, then clears. I'm awake and in the petting zoo and the carnival is outside blasting its false happiness.
   I really have to pee.
   Outside, bearded women and men with lobster hands invite themselves to a torture party as disgustingly normal people laugh at their strangeness. Beautiful.
   I really have to pee. And the peeing sound is only making it worse.
   Wait. The donkey's are outside right now. What's the peeing sound?
   It's a dog proudly peeing all over the donkey's food. Awesome. We look at each other, at odds with our respective simplicity, nakedness, and imperfection. You know, dogs are man's best friend for a reason. A dog will throw his arms around you, if that's what you need. Isn't that always what we need? For a while we sit, him peeing a river and me just watching. Eventually, he lowers his leg. An awkward pause. Then he turns and trots out the door. Everything I see is everything I lose. I could use a friend.
   Where's Ms. Pigg? I haven't talked to her in ages. Once she goes, she's gone. I need to find her. And find out who's leaving me messages. What is in here that I'm supposed to find? Goodness, I need to pee.
   I stand up, hop down from my hay, and pee in the donkey's food. Sorry, little dog, but this place is mine.