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Part 11

Fortunately, darkness fell upon the scene only because I did.  Face-first.  My foot got caught between the head and tail of the great serpent (or dick, depending on your point of view).  The dirt was moving at such a speed … Continue reading

07. February 2012 by Greg
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Part 10

My flying ninja-kick of sorts flings the door back with such force that every customer and employee within immediately recoils from the noise and flings their hands in the air.  All eyes are on me. “Reese’s… Pieces…” I say between … Continue reading

04. February 2012 by Greg
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Part 9

When the wall made its way over a bridge or infantile excuse for a cloverleaf/spaghetti junction, it would spill out in soft black slopes onto the road below, just like it had from the farmer’s barn.  Drivers using those undercurrents … Continue reading

01. February 2012 by Greg
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Part 8

People started showing up.  They had placards, bullhorns, screen-printed t-shirts, and something resembling glee but being disguised as righteous indignation.  The roadway had been free of cars as the word spread, as police directed rush hour traffic in reverse to … Continue reading

29. January 2012 by Greg
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Part 7

Again, I pulled up the farmer’s winding road.  And again, he was waiting.  But much to my pleasure, this time I managed to surprise him a little bit. “Wow!  That there’s a mighty fine truck!”  He took off his hat … Continue reading

26. January 2012 by Greg
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Part 6

I kept up my speed on the gently curving, smooth blacktop and still further onto the concrete straightaway until I was absolutely sure no one was getting on behind me.  Then I slowed to a stop as soon as possible.  … Continue reading

23. January 2012 by Greg
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