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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

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          • October 24, 2011 1:16 am
            Sometimes I worry that I’m not doing enough, that I’m not being enough. Sometimes I think I should do more than work some shit job and write strange little stories. Maybe I should devote my life to some greater purpose, like curing cancer or something… Like I’m gonna fucking cure cancer! What am I gonna cure cancer with? Light beer and cupcakes? God damn. Hey Brain! I thought we went over this, You stop giving me a hard time and we enjoy life for the crazy stupid pile of beautiful horseshit that it is.

            Sometimes I worry that I’m not doing enough, that I’m not being enough.

            Sometimes I think I should do more than work some shit job and write strange little stories. Maybe I should devote my life to some greater purpose, like curing cancer or something…

            Like I’m gonna fucking cure cancer! What am I gonna cure cancer with? Light beer and cupcakes? God damn.

            Hey Brain! I thought we went over this, You stop giving me a hard time and we enjoy life for the crazy stupid pile of beautiful horseshit that it is.

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