I lived for quite a while in Memphis. No one bothered me, or shat on me, or poured toxic waste into my home (which happened to be a nice little pond at Graceland). One day, on the way home from work (I begged people on the street for money, sometimes dancing), I met a nice female turtle, but in my attempt to help her cross the street, we were both killed by some fucking tourists from Delaware.

I was later reincarnated as a boy that once owned 2 goldfish for 15 minutes, and 3 goldfish for 6.5 minutes!

The End?