Twister 1012

The morning veered off like a Scott Norwood field goal. I burnt my toast. The dog puked. And I cut myself shaving. Now it hurts when I piss.

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Twister 1011

The smell of fresh cut grass. The raking lay ahead. But he had opened a beer and his wife was in the shower. So it was time to make a movie.

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Twister 1010

He dreamed about bears. Then he woke up and shaved his chest. But the razor was dull. So he wouldn’t be going to the Hungarian spa that day.

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Twister 1009

So this is what my life has come to, he thinks. He stares at the granola in front of him with revulsion. And a nostalgia for sausagier days.

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Twister 1008

There was a therapist. Who played with his eyebrows. His patients left him usually quite quickly. The eyebrow thing freaked them out. A lot.

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Twister 1007

He defines love by how low jeans go. So what if he’s an unmarried plumber? At least he knows the many sinks in his house will never back up.

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Twister 1006

The water tasted bad. He was thirsty but not desperate. So he opened the drawer and found his emergency flask and began the day with bourbon

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Twister 1005

Sam walks home in a fog, stumbling, reeking of a toxic miasma of good times gone bad. He desires only his bed. But wakes amidst the flowers.

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Twister 1004

And the car came straight at them, pulled in by their gravity, and in the moment before it hit, he thought of all the porn on his computer.

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Twister 1003

The car missed the kid by this much. And though it wasn’t his kid, he knew the episode had something to do with losing his new wedding ring

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