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How this blog got its name
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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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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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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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