Saturday, August 02, 2003

There are three pieces of battered gum in the abused white and green packaging sitting on my desk. Sliding one out, I check the clock on the corner of my computer screen and contemplate whether the minty power will last the remaining two hours of my shift and contemplate how Steven King looks like a cross between the Planet of the Apes monkeys and an air-brushed corpse.

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