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Bug

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-The Job Interview, December 15, 1992- 10AM-

What do I remember the most? Probably the mosquitoes. And the black flies. The crickets. The scorpions weren’t nearly as bad as the damn horse flies in Michigan. Take your scalp off.

Flump the Grump

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The ship is huge. Moored to a neverending peer. A cavernous gap seperates ship and peer. A gentle swell starts the huge ship on a slow, crushing roll toward its mooring. As I glance upward I see the rough, rusted steel hull, and the ocean stained, concrete peer closing on each other; I am falling. I look below and know that I will be ground into paste before I reach the grey sea far below.

Fuck.