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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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          • April 10, 2011 1:04 am
            mmmmm its a nice nite isn’t it? Shheit be glad yer alive and got enough luck on this rock to not be running for your life from a skull crushing animal or the paparazzi. Its early… or late - depending on where your at - so live a little. Go buy a twelve pack of Diet Pepsi Max and throw it through the window of some assholes $72,512.83 car. Make some kinda fucking mark! Break into a church and shit on the altar. Or if you wanna really get weird, call up the local newspaper and take out a free ad in your Boss’s name for a free mower that he wants to give away. They’ll be calling that fake fuck day and night for weeks just so they can all experience that 100% free, fresh cut grass feeling.

            mmmmm its a nice nite isn’t it? Shheit be glad yer alive and got enough luck on this rock to not be running for your life from a skull crushing animal or the paparazzi. Its early… or late - depending on where your at - so live a little. Go buy a twelve pack of Diet Pepsi Max and throw it through the window of some assholes $72,512.83 car. Make some kinda fucking mark! Break into a church and shit on the altar. Or if you wanna really get weird, call up the local newspaper and take out a free ad in your Boss’s name for a free mower that he wants to give away. They’ll be calling that fake fuck day and night for weeks just so they can all experience that 100% free, fresh cut grass feeling.

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