Bob Page’s “Amalgamation 5150” is a complete circus of batshit crazy! These non-fiction & science fictional stories were created by one wretched and convoluted mind. BEWARE: they might lead you to your own padded cell or is it...you are already in one? “My dad works on a state of the art nuclear bomber. If you bastards don’t let me out in time for the strippers, I’m going to have him send a bomber to bomb me the hell outta this sh&%*hole you call a workplace! You understand? You imbeciles.” ~Manic Me~ “He drinks, slurs, serves, steals, drinks, slurs, serves, steals like a repeating rifle.” ~The Block~ “He doesn't want to do CPR. Would you want to press your lips against the mouth of some old, strange dude who just hit a home run with his Grand Slam breakfast, pitched with a strawberry shake and coffee?” ~ A Hearty Lunch ~ “FASTER, FASTER, and FASTER I must move. Green lights, yellow lights, and red, I treat them all the same and with the same speed!” ~ Max Goes for Milk ~ “It is so decreed by your Care Takers that the Cared For be shielded and protected from themselves, for they have been born in sin; they have ALL been born guilty! Law, and following that law, is now humanity’s only grace.” ~Crush~ “I have little money. I’m a writer. I may be retarded and I get no respect.” ~Mozart~