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thenoodleator

Transamerica

Day 48. The Cow Poke Day

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November 30, 2011

Cheerios right outside my door. The breakfast nook is there and people are quietly pottering about with their sticky mini-muffins and 2% milk. I sit and scoop the yellow…

Transamerica

Day 47. The Grintonium™ Day

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July 28, 2011

In the cool morning air, the girl draws deeply on her cigarette. A lung absorbing beat, then a smoky, tired sigh as she exhales directly into my face. It’s…

Transamerica

Day 46, The Ticker Tape Day

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June 15, 2011

I’ve experienced the arctic chill of a cold look. The pyroclastic shiver of cold, hard cash sliding between the seams of my jeans pockets. I’ve heard tell of folks…

Transamerica

Day 45, The Skeletal Day

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May 7, 2011

The donut is stale. I eat it anyway. After last night’s too-lazy-to-schelp-out-for-food state, I can’t help but stuff it in my willing gob and masticate the shit out of…

Transamerica

Day 44, The Gristle Grind Day

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March 27, 2011

Meat tearing and re-tearing. The gnaw and groan of muscle and gristle as it fights against the protesting crank. The uphill. Actual uphill – not the slow, lazy yawn…