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Buzzards Ripped My Flesh

BUZZARDS RIPPED MY FLESH

I heard the flapping first, then looked up. A couple stories above me, in the city, were vultures. They were resting on the building’s ledge and circling over the entrance. Big black nasty-looking buzzards, watching me as I walked into the building. I’m looking for work. They’re looking for food. I guess their quest is just more direct than mine.
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Climbing Fools

Climbing Fools (Noburitte Baka)

Japanese wisdom has it that you're a fool if you've never climbed Mt. Fuji; also that you're twice the fool if you climb it more than once. By this definition, I'm no longer a fool, but I have no intention of re-attaining the status.
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One Hour To Live

I might have just sixty minutes left alive.

Shortly after take-off our pilot announced that he believed we'd had a tire blowout in the nose wheel, where a flat can make landing a difficult experience.
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Road Rage

There I was in my suit, late for my flight to my job interview, and the big, bearded construction worker in the pickup truck In front of me was mad. I gather I had unknowingly cut him off somewhere along the way. Now there he was, eloquently expressing his feelings about my offense in his rearview mirror. Read More...
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