Author: Jeff

We witnessed some unspeakable horrors last night. I was able to take a few photos before my survival instinct kicked in and i was forced to run for my life. The twisted old man we saw at the bar had a bloody bag full of body parts. It was hard to understand his gravely voice, but apparently the body parts were all that remained of his friend Sylvester. There was a Jawa there as well, staring at me with it’s beady little glowing eyes, and some golfer guy with his dead bride. When I thought all was lost, Space Ghost showed up to save us, but then retreated into alcohol induced hysteria.
