The selfish block of humanity saying, “we got you,” but really no one has anyone. How could they? They won’t catch you as you fall back into the crowd, arms crossed over your chest in a sign of absolute trust. It’s a kill or be killed world. Eat or be eaten. They’ll drop you.
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The world felt light as a balloon, helium filled and taking me higher. I had a bottle of wine in one hand and a shot gun in the other. Most of my time here had been spent shooting empty tomato cans and arguing with the chief. He was as stubborn as I was, surprisingly. Short like I was, eyes like mine, and a mind that jumped to petty conclusions. Of course most of those conclusions were the absolute truth.
I spoke to the spirits.
No help could be offered. Did the spirits even exist? I was lost at sea with a group of scallywags, most of who smelled like barnacles. I was ready to abandon ship when the mermaids began to assemble. They were beautiful.
Earl shot one.
Then he shot another.
Ever wonder why no one today has ever seen a mermaid? It’s because Earl killed them all and mounted them on his wall in the French Villa. I screamed and begged for their lives, but no mercy was shown. He shoved me aside in his rampage for the fair sea maidens.
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