my cousin, little sister, and i stood around the body..the apparently dead body that still clenched the steering wheel of the white honda prelude. i stood as far away from the body as i could, the idea of death scares me, let alone seeing it in person. my little sister handed me a stick, while my cousin began chanting in a heavy backwoods drawl,"stick 'em in the HEYD! stick 'em in de HEYD! stick that boy in the head!" each i time did as my cousin suggested he would wince in mock horror then laugh in such exitement he would start wheezing. after the fifth poke i ran away screaming, leaving my kin-folk to enjoy their sick idea of play. i feel confident now in stating... yes, this club is definatly dead.<br> best regards,<br> ^v^