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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.
----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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I just wrote perhaps the most epic tale ever, only I write everything here in tumblr’s little interface and when I hit “create post” it spoke to me of server problems and thus my post was lost. Weep hot bright tears over the loss my friends, but don’t get too upset, for we shall all laugh heartily with its ghost. It was/is hilarious, trust me.
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