The Stars, Like Dust: The Currents of Space
Sunday In Ward 8
PIGSKIN DEPT.: When the television is aglow with gridiron action; when the speakers blast the sounds of crunching pros and announcers talking “X’s & O’s”; when mental patients bathe in cathode-ray light; then it must be Sunday in Ward 8.
Watch what happens when wackos watch the Big Game! Watch what happens when one of them starts futzing with the TV right before the kick-off! Watch a desperate cartoonist continue to hype a moldy old comic strip which he drew over two decades ago.
See tempers flare! See an antiquated television set! See a massive myocardial infarction! See a speeding ambulance! See a dramatically lit operating room! See a therapist if you truly think that the punchline to this silly story is actually clever and funny.
Join “Psycho” Sam, “Cap’n” Jack, Fishman, and all their flaky friends, as they make mental meshugahs in the meshuga mansion.
What the Hell are you lookin’ at?
You’ve seen it on my wall, haven’t you?