Crabs

By Paul Corusoe

They bring a world-wide end to violence, complete personal serenity, and total joy. Why not then allow an alien crustacean to burrow its spiny tentacle deep into your cerebellum?

Crabs is my personal rant against government schools who declare normal, active children to be "disordered" (as in ADD) and then dope them until they comply with "the program". Nice and tidy...and evil.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul Corusoe
• Release date: Nov 8, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466058880

Paul Corusoe

I heard Mark Twain picked cotton, captained a riverboat, and failed at gold mining before becoming a full time writer. The only thing I've picked recently is my nose and my ex-wife says I'm not even good at that, but I have had some rather spectacular failures. I spray painted trucks for a spell and inhaled a fair bit of overspray, which I account for the oddness of my thinking. I also swallowed more than a few gallons of fish piss cleaning aquariums for a pet wholesaler (I got the siphon going by sucking on a hose). I'll do the math for you - I cleaned 100 tanks a week for a year and failed to get the damn hose out of my mouth about every tenth time. That means I gargled with over 500 mouthfuls of fish poop during my career - enough to make anyone a little kooky. But it sure made my hair grow. Timing was never my strong suit, so I never should have tried playing the stock market, because what little money I had was lost there. After that, I guess I got a little lost too. That was a while ago. Now I write some and just try to keep high and dry while I captain my cosmic riverboat up the big river. I'd be happy if you came aboard for a visit.

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