2005

DEADBEAT PAYING JOB • chapter 167

 

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Naaa! .... It didn't work. Sensing the center of my chest, along with sensing my genitals, doesn't have any effect whatsoever on calling Achilles. Whistling works much better!

You know, I bet you the only reason I'd even think of such a thing is that deep down, I feel powerless. I suspect that's the origin of suicidal thoughts, which I'm really too far gone to consider. I have wondered, however, about the contents of some "Suicide Kit" a person could sell to make millions.

You'd open it up and find (1.) Three twenty dollar bills, a ten, and two fives; (2.) a really good short-wave radio; (3.) a few Valiums; (4.) five marijuana joints; (5.) The lyrics to the Mexican hit, "Pussy, pussy, pussy, marijuana!"

I know, I know. Brazil and Mexico aren't the same thing, and that's not even the right way to spell Brasil. I've got this little kit you might ....

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