Imagine: Nolan Patrick's emaciated, bony, shriveled up, death split body right at your door step. You don't know how it got there. You're unsettled. Someone is playing a scary prank on you but nobody you know who also knows you are freakishly obsessed with Nolan Patrick has the capabilities to do this to you. There are maggots in his eye socket. You can only recognize him because of the flyers 19 jersey he's mummified in. What are you eating for breakfast?















