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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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“Hey, have you ever gotten so high that you opened a whole ton of tabs on your computer and then you forgot you were a sentient being that lives in time and space? Dude, that happens to me, uh… I mean, John Adams all the time.” - Thomas Jefferson
Just look at his picture, TJ was totally baked 24/7. And he was a pretty sweet bro, aside from being a slave owning rapist… and a baby killer. Seriously, this one time, Jefferson like totally killed my baby.
