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The Big Ass Bus

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Patriot

The big ass bus is parked in front of the Mowat Block. Emblazoned with the party logo and Patriot’s portrait, it blocks a full lane of rush hour traffic. At least everyone knows who to blame.

I have my camera, phone and recorder. They are all one thing. This is my first political ride along and I am so very excited. The Patriot is strolling the long walk from the block’s front door to the bus. There is always wind here but his hair seems to have a staple holding each salt and pepper piece in place.

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.