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    ------------------------------------ There was an old picture of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. 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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    • December 20, 2011 12:17 am
      In Volga, South Dakota they have one of the most awful sporting events in human history. Its called The Running of the Kittens.
Its terrible. You have to run down mainstreet while they turn loose about ten thousand little kittens and they’re all mewing and crying. The trick is you have to keep running because you are also being shot at by gunmen. So you’re running for your life and there get to be so many kittens that you start stepping on them and they’re crippled, smashed, or worse - you skid out on one and land on a bunch of others and hurt them real bad. Then you sit there surrounded by thousands of mewing and broken helpless little creatures and you are overcome with sadness and grief and you yell at the gunmen to just fucking kill you and now they won’t and then all the crying overwhelms you again and you start stomping the hurt kittens to at least put them out of their misery. You begin sobbing and smashing and you turn into this raging, smashing, crying monster that destroys the entire town. So then you wander off to the lake to drown yourself but you will no longer die, so you just live in the woods and kill hapless teens in their cars because the fall TV shows, like really suck. Yeah, I got 2cnd place in that thing like three times… never won it all though. View high resolution

      In Volga, South Dakota they have one of the most awful sporting events in human history. Its called The Running of the Kittens.

      Its terrible. You have to run down mainstreet while they turn loose about ten thousand little kittens and they’re all mewing and crying. The trick is you have to keep running because you are also being shot at by gunmen. So you’re running for your life and there get to be so many kittens that you start stepping on them and they’re crippled, smashed, or worse - you skid out on one and land on a bunch of others and hurt them real bad. Then you sit there surrounded by thousands of mewing and broken helpless little creatures and you are overcome with sadness and grief and you yell at the gunmen to just fucking kill you and now they won’t and then all the crying overwhelms you again and you start stomping the hurt kittens to at least put them out of their misery. You begin sobbing and smashing and you turn into this raging, smashing, crying monster that destroys the entire town. So then you wander off to the lake to drown yourself but you will no longer die, so you just live in the woods and kill hapless teens in their cars because the fall TV shows, like really suck.

      Yeah, I got 2cnd place in that thing like three times… never won it all though.