Bob Page’s Amalgamation 5150 is a complete circus of batshit crazy! These non-fiction & science fictional stories were created by one wretched and convoluted mind. BEWARE: they might lead you to your own padded cell or is it…you are already in one?

My dad works on a state of the art nuclear bomber. If you bastards don’t let me out in time for the strippers, I’m going to have him send a bomber to bomb me the hell outta this sh&%*hole you call a workplace! You understand? You imbeciles. Manic Me

He drinks, slurs, serves, steals, drinks, slurs, serves, steals like a repeating rifle. The Block

He doesn’t want to do CPR. Would you want to press your lips against the mouth of some old, strange dude who just hit a home run with his Grand Slam breakfast, pitched with a strawberry shake and coffee? A Hearty Lunch

FASTER, FASTER, and FASTER I must move. Green lights, yellow lights, and red, I treat them all the same and with the same speed! Max Goes for Milk

It is so decreed by your Care Takers that the Cared For be shielded and protected from themselves, for they have been born in sin; they have ALL been born guilty! Law, and following that law, is now humanity’s only grace. Crush

I have little money. I’m a writer. I may be retarded and I get no respect. Mozart