Chainsaw was suffering from a typical headache. He had them most of his life. As he leaned back in his easy chair and tried to relax, his thoughts went back to that old black and white T.V. commercial for Anacin Aspirin. He remembered watching them as a kid always seeing it while watching “Voyage to the bottom of the sea” or “Mr.Ed”.
It was a cute illustration showing 3 different graphic actions representing different types of headache pains.
As Chainsaw began to ease from his discomfort he heard a news report of yet another incident of diplomats being assaulted by some invisible ray causing Havana Syndrome.
Suddenly Chainsaw realized that he was being assaulted by someone inducing this Havana Syndrome and even worse, he has been under attack since Richard Basehart and Wilbur Post were popular.
But who was maniacal enough to follow him all these years pointing their ray gun at him periodically causing this distressing problem?
Through the years there has only been one person that has always been around and could be considered. Since his father was the inspiration to the song “Papa was a rollin’ stone” so wherever he laid his hat was his home, thus not around much, it left only Mom.
Dear, sweet Mom. She always seemed to have an issue of Chainsaw being a chicken. It finally has to be her! She always commented on how she thinks Castro is so attractive. especially with his beard. There once was a time she was gone over two weeks and Chainsaw had to stay with Grandma Bubbles while she was away. She brought him back a lousy coconut when she returned.
Connect the dots…
Havana…
Castro appeal…
My headaches…
The coconut!
But where would she store this painful ray gun? And, she always seemed to buy a large amount of batteries since Chainsaw’s Dad was gone.
It all makes sense.
The mystery continues.
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