Alfred Boniczk was an eccentric old man from Poland, living his final years in squander, shacked up in a rundown efficiency in South St.

Ever since Bobby could remember, he had been collecting insects and spiders. He would often trap them into his mother's mason jars, and

The sound we choose to ignore... is but grim fate, knocking at our door. Within mysterious, dark alleys, lies the world of a dying

All along it was a lie, that made life worth living... I remember... So many recollections wither and die, while others remain as vivid

All along it was a lie, that made life worth living... I remember... So many recollections wither and die, while others remain as vivid

Once when I was fourteen, my uncle took me away for the summer.  He had purchased some property by the Allegany river, and asked me to

Ever since Bobby could remember, he had been collecting insects and spiders. He would often trap them into his mother's mason jars, and

I live in my own little world It's true... I do... A band is playing Girls are swaying Swaying to a long forgotten tune I live in this