Normals

Richard had always had a normal life, until that day when he met those teenagers.

"Get off my lawn," he screamed at them. When they didn't move, he apporached their daunting postures and began to realize what kind of scoundrels they were.

From far away, he didn't notice the pentagram necklaces and the long, dark robes.

"Go away," he nervously persisted.

"Smite thee," they chanted, "You are an outsider."

Richard's pride got the best of him. "No! I am a member of every group in Little Creek. I demand you to let me join."

Ed is very lonely. He fell in love with the Statue of Liberty at age 26. As a son of Irish immigrants, Ed saw the green beauty as a symbol of the culture of his ancestors. He spent every night next to that green giant for 4 years straight, until the black and white of New York separated the bond. He now lives with two children and a wife, but keeps an old green penny in his wallet.

Alcohol always made things easier for Charlie. He vaguely remembers Yale parties where he was a lady killer after 5 shots. Nowadaysm his wife is excessively loud and angry all the time. The "couple" haven't slept in the same room for 15 years. Lately, Charlie hasn't even seen the light of sobriety through those foggy eyes, nor wanted to; everything hurts more without his dark ambrosia.

Harold couldn't help himself. He just found Amber o attractive. He swears that it's not his fault that they got married, because when Amber found out about his Beverly Hills mansion, she suddenly found him very attractive. The law says that Harold is married to Marge, but those were the golden days, the glory days.