I) After the Great Toronto Plague of 1998      Fake your death. Plant a bomb. A note with a dental record. Move Away. Dublin's calling. Reserve a Euroticket today.       This life is boring me. I knew it ever since thirteen.      Fake your death. Drive your Pinto to a pier on Lake Michigan. Jump a train. Watch your Pinto on the pier burst into flames.       I'll fake my death.       "Man, he's so punk. Writes his own 'zine. Does basement shows. Plays in three bands; and he still finds time to love his Mom's wallet." - Coffee House Leech