I went to the Arby's on the corner today. I saw a very large man in there--he had a gigantic frame--he was a giant, really--but on top of that he was the most obese man I have ever seen. His wrist was thicker than my thigh. I think he noticed me staring at him, and he started staring back. I took my eyes away from him but he kept staring. Finally he said to me, "Are you human? Are you even a mammal?" "No," I said. I did not bother to explain. I have scales on my hairless flesh, green scales and a tail--I am amphibian, lizard, snake. I am the Swamp Thing, nothing else. Now I find myself in this repulsive city that makes my scaly skin crawl. It is really an obscenity, this city. I live above a porn shop where men watch pornographic movies in a little booth, and the slick noises that arise reach me through the heating ducts. I stay here because the rent is cheap, and the noise of my typewriter as I work on my confession probably reaches through the heating ducts to the men down below, their hairy hands grasping hairy flesh.