Days Between Stations (Saturday, August 19, 2006)

It was a hot Saturday night, and Nathan had his game face on...


In the club, he got large on the dance floor...


He was shaking and shimmying that ass...


But then the night took a strange turn. Did this have something to do with the vitamins the nice man sold to Nathan? Colors intensified; the music seemed to congeal; revelers began to smear together and pulsate...


Then the furniture got uppity, hassling Nathan, picking a fight...


Even his own body turned against him, and Nathan felt he had no choice but to slay the enemy within and CHEW OFF HIS OWN ARM...


...An event narrowly averted via vitamin-induced wipeout. Bouncers escorted Nathan outside to join his fellow creatures of the night.


Nathan's pen pal Mike has also had better nights.