Grillo was drivin' a stolen car around the small town of Speedwell, KY one fine day in 1956, or was it last month? How the fuck should I know? The radio was playing Billy Joel's "It's Still Rock and Roll to Me" and me was bopping my head and singing along with me's golden pipes. Earlier in der day I had eated a salami and was still burpin' it. mmmmmm. Anyway, so yeah, this bug, this katydid, shows up on the windshield. It was cute for about 0.00004 seconds and then it startin' bugging me, no pun intended. Grillo turned sharply to der left. Grillo turned sharply to der right. The gob-splammin' inseck wouldn't git. The windyshield wipers didn't work on this frackin' car and the squirters were empty, so Grillo had no choice but to keep driving like a retard. Finally the bug climbed up on the roof and wasn't buggin' no mo. I took its pic on the roof when I went to Red Hed to get some Pepsi Blue. The bug flew away shortly thereafter. It was never seen again.