Things go on, but I feel that the hurricane is filtering through the country and stopping in to say hello all across the nation. I'm up here north of Pittsburgh and many people are without power. We were (man, I am grateful to be able to type in we here today) at a truckstop yesterday, when the lights went out for a good 40 minutes. We heard today that across the strret, someone took ten gallons of gas, poured it on himself, and lit it.
There's something about the darkness.
But there was a full moon, you say.
Well, it must have been the branches snapping and flying in the wind.
Maybe he was tired of that razor cutting his stomach muscles.
Did he die?
The informer didn't know, and life appears the same here in hooteyville, podunk, usa.
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