This was taken on my first trip around the globe.
A few seconds after this wave hit, we were washed overboard and I found myself fighting not to sink into a water spout. It was a spout that must have been a half-mile across. But my efforts were futile and soon I was spinning down, down, down.
When I came to - I was washed up on a beach. Half dead, I came to - and was approached by a big green lizard which said: Didja know that you can save 15% off your next score with Lizard King insurance?
The lizard then began to dance around in a wild frenzy, and finally said that his name was Jim Morrison Jr.
As I spit sand, I knew that I must have entered the parallel universe that is Australia - and that this was the son of the mighty Lizard King himself. I had always suspected that everything would be weird in Australia - but I didn't know just how weird.
Then as I was still gasping for air - a band of gypsies holding looking-glass mirrors swarmed around me and in an instant I was hog-tied. Someone was saying that I should be tossed on the barbie. This scared the hell out of me until a beautiful woman approached and said that her name was Barbie.
As she bent down to kiss me - I heard her mutter, "No rest for the wicked tonight."
I was transported by raft down a strange river with bow bridges until we arrived at the Temple of Art.
They hauled me over to the temple of art where the sacrifice was to take place.
I was shocked to find my images scattered around on the floor and being trampled on by critics. Nine lights were floating. I asked my captors what they were and was told they were spirits of baseball players that had been using drugs in the sixties. Chief amongst them was Dock Ellis.
