Here's a link to a rather interesting article about one Robert A. Hardy, or as we've come to know him, Stancer. He's been all over the news. His picture's on the front page of today's paper. I'm a bit worried about the guy. It's all so ridiculous. They make him sound as if he's an ax murderer, some type of bogeyman who feeds on the souls of children. I still believe, though, that he is absolutely harmless. I wish I could find him. And harbor him. And dress his wounds.
Kyla told me that her neighbors (who know ol' Stancer) are making FREE ROB t-shirts, with his picture. And they're going to rally in Doling Park where the incident took place, wearing dresses and they're going to call the cops and when they arrive, the dress-clad boys will dance. Because, as these friends understand it, Rob was wearing a dress when the bitch who called the cops found him "suspicious."
Last night they had a helicopter out, spotlighting the city of Springfield in search of our loveable (albeit creepy) Pied Piper. I'd like to get ahold of the asshole journalists and tell them a thing or two about the guy, although I really don't know all that much. I mean, he is a bit strange. But it comes with the territory. I think he's a genius. A mad, mad genius.