Lies, I have not had relations since the Autumn of 1953. Twas a beautiful Thursday evening and I was strolling in the park taking the form of a pigeon when a homeless bag lady offered me some week old bread. How...nice. Well, I don't know if she drugged the bread or not but next thing I know I wake up at some opium party in Harlem and there were these weird earthworms attacking me by striking me with their massive bodies.