Ricky Tat-Tat, Catfish & Dave

Catfish sits sneakily like a snake, cunningly thinking of any lie and manipulation he can make. His belly yellow, with scales and such. I'd play him like a pawn, in this game of chess at lunch. Here comes Ricky Tat-Tat, stumbling down the hill. Into his tent of booze and crack cocaine. Dirty, unshaven he smells of piss and sweat. How much money is in his pocket? He forgets to leave the light on again. Behind me in his hut, lay Uncle Dave and slut. Anorexic klepto she keeps him fed with lies, beer and cigarettes. She sells her stick-figure frame. Dave is intoxicated. He fe and gashed his head. Up at dawn, he rises from his cave. ... Onward a new day ... I'm just a prince trying to be king in this homeless, outside game.