West Mifflin, PA--
'Twas the night before Easter and all through the place, one could hear the sounds of the Phisbins as drunks stuffed their face.
Some shot billiards while others watched TV, but no one really acknowledged my friend Tim or me.
But alone, there sat a friendly boy who made our acquaintance and called himself Troy.
We handed him our camera and asked him to use it with care, but when we checked the disc, nothing was there.
So Tim took his picture at the end of the night, and you can see him if you stop reading and look to your right.