CHAPTER ONE :WHEN TITSLESIN FIRST CAME TO TOWN

Remember when Titslesin first came to town? Few people knew that he was fleeing a California lynch mob from a whole passle of trouble our favorite trouble dawg caused out there. If not for unforeseen tragic events here ,he may have never made his momentous landing in our little burg . To save him from the hanging tree his guardian angel( yes, even trouble dawgs as useless as the big T have angels watching over them) shipped him off the some frozen frontier where like Supie he would have been a recluse in the frosty fortress of solitude . Perhaps the powers that be felt pity for the iceburgs and so when a void opened in our unlucky village T plopped his big belly down here. If it had been the summer we could speculate that he was headed for hell fire and just got misdelivered. But his winter appearance discourages such tempting etiology. Not even here a week , our big boy 's paranoia(see later chapters for the tales that explain the origins of the technicolor psychopathological nightmare coat our"Joseph" wears) bloomed in full force. Screaming at his many haunting apparitions like Lear playing MacBeth , Titslesin was heard to shout: You're not going to do to me what you did to__________! Most mentally ill folks inspire compassion in those who witness their ravings but not our pal since his rantings are almost always accompanied by the meanest of bullying behavior aimed often at the weakest and most defenseless. Reserve harsh judgment dear Blogreader, till your hair be raised and your blood be curdled by the legends of their desperate soul's childhood of abuse and violation. All one need witness is the insane marching strut of our troubled pup to know , something is very wrong. Goose stepping may be too mild a description of the manic heaving and steaming motion by which our gargantua throws himself about. Perhaps he is maniacally taking flight from the many vengeful throngs that have sought his life in return for the shambles and the ransacked ruins this beast has left in his wake. Our poor town held its collective breath as it began to dread Titslesin's next move...