Swollen memories now roll around in my skull. Dancing with beautiful blooded daggers on top of a pyramid of scorched cash. Oh it felt so nice to be on top; when we were Tom and Jerry. And I would bring a mallet down on your head and share in a laugh or two. I know you loved them just as much as me.

Remember that time when everyone had those stunning smiles stretched across their plastic faces. So gorgeous! Remember how happy they were and how sad you were. But we had so much fun on our fun run around the city. And then you went and ruined it all by putting me on the silly ol’ naughty step again. Not that they could keep me here very long. I had their sides splitting and left them in so many stitches they gave me a medical license!

Why did you have to throw in the towel? Why did you have to hand over the mantle to those rejects in red? They’re so boring! It’s just not the same. And then you had to go and die on me. Now that’s no fun at all. You really were the ultimate killjoy. And you know how much I like killing for the joy of it.

But anyway (spoil sport), I think a toast is needed for us. To all the times you say you hated me. I hate you too. For all the times we danced in the pale moonlight. For all the times I plucked the birds. For all the times you lovingly kissed my flesh with the sweet caress of your balled up fist and sliced me open like a surgeon. I won’t forget you!

Thanks for the laughs Batsy!

J