In Växjö there are two and a half good cafés, the half is good but a bit expensive. It’s also the one which has the best track-record in being open later in the evenings, this because the café part is a side thing from cinema/music venue.

Earlier, last year, Daniel Lemma played there. Fredrik and I sat at a table where suddenly people where lining up before they opened the doors into the big hall. Unfortunately for them I think. They didn’t look like the kind of people who would enjoy alt.tasteless, but I could be wrong.

“I hear you”, I said, “but the problem is not only sloppy seconds. Trepanation can always solve that. But it’s about the state of decay.”

“What do you mean? Oh! You mean, when fresh certain holes are not comfortable and the opposite?”

“Exactly. I can’t imagine skullfucking the ear. Too much… ear stuff.”

“One could use some sandpaper though. To make the bones less…” He made some movements with his hands. “…to make sure you don’t cut yourself. Or! A die-hard way of getting a circumcision!”

People looked a bit uncomfortable as the stood there, a bewildered expression on their faces as they looked at us. But seriously, it wasn’t our fault. Not really. I blame someone else because I don’t think I was the culpit at the webforum the night before, where an extremely silly “yo mama” joke turned into necrophilia and psychopaths and skullfucking and a dildo rocking chair — yes, this was before Burn After Reading. (Sidenote: Emilia might be the best dangerous psychologist ever when she’s done. Get an appointment now.)

Then the conversation drifted to comics — after all, skullfucking and Marvel crossover events are pretty similar. And both a pretty damn funny when you talk about them in public.