No one believed me when I told them that Grillo (me) was
being stalked by the ethereal disembodied ghost of a
chicken nugget. I seened it in der bathroom medicine
cabinet first, then in a phone booth. Then it started to show
up on the tellyvision on every channel. I tooked hundreds
of photygraphs but ONLY ONE CAME OUT, which is shown
here as evidence of proof to the unbelieving skeptics who
say Grillo is not sane, as if Grillo could stay sane when a
chicken nugget is talking to him tag und nocht in that
squeaky voice that all chicken nuggets have.