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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…

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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…

Transamerica

Day 41, The Read the Signs Day

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January 21, 2011

I don’t believe in signs. STOP signs, sure. They’re not wired to lie, set – as they are – in intersectional domination at the corner of ‘oh crapsticks!’, and…