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“Give us meat, bastard!”

gazing out the driver side window, nick the Smoker takes his first hit.

//..//

I often wish they sold silence on iTunes so I could walk around listening to it turned right up and drown out all the noise.

It was a neighbor who contacted me, purportedly out of the goodness of her heart.

Good Morning Quinn & Dakota,

I want to thank you both again for submitting a quote request for an automated irrigation system, we really do appreciate the business!

All I can see is a bright, angry red.

The Apocalypse happened, and God decided that now everything would float.

My therapist once told me,
“You don’t strike me
as someone who
fears
Death.”

Carol had pissed the bed again.