From the author of Can't Find My Way Home and Devil's Side Pocket comes a short trip into pyschological terror, the short story...
Crazy boy, killer boy,
A screwdriver is his toy
Our narrator is home after years of enjoying the dubious benefits of long-term care at the state mental institution. Screwdriver Boy might be free, but he’s a real mess. He’s stopped taking his meds, he’s having problems with the parental units, a woman is spying on him, and he’s out of Coca-Cola.
Screwdriver Boy can't remember why he was locked up. What awful thing did he do? According to the charming little ditty sung by the neighborhood brats, it’s probably a great idea to keep screwdrivers well out of our narrator’s reach.