I have an eerie feeling that they will shoot me during a demonstration protesting the extension of hostilities to Iran. The price of gas will be a non-issue; if you have to ask how much it is, you can't afford it! We will walk to the protest...and it will be right down on the corner...right next to Jenny's Coffee Clutch. And there I shall experience true mortality.
The white light I see will be Jenny's flashlight.
"Is the old ___ still breathin' ?"
Boulos will be there, head bent to my chest. "No." A tear in his eye. Thanks, Boulos, I hardly knew ye.
"Bring him 'round back." she will say, wiping a sharp deer dressing knife on her bloody apron. "Can't even afford horsemeat now...damn gas prices."
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