I intend to resurrect the art of journalistic prose. With a year of crime stats on the adjacent page, this story did not fit in any category. For your consideration, gentle reader:

Naked Shroomer,

In full fight.

On I.V. streets in the night:

What car or SUV

Would dare interrupt thy floppy symmetry?

Tuesday’s Forecast: Poetic whimsy reigns / mushrooms grow.