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Whenever I hear Adam Sandler's song, “My Piece of Shit Car”, it brings back memories. Notice I don't say fond memories. It brings me back just like the really bad backwash regurgitation flavor…
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The only reason why Paddy talked to me at all was because I quoted from Ulysses. The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea! I shouted as I shucked oysters for the dinner rush.
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And so he drives until he finds them.
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Time moved sequentially, and all her time was accounted for...
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Sure, it was a hot day, but the driver was in the middle of a driving lesson!
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The big yellow arrow on the Never Lost pulled us toward a penny-shaped disc, our destination, an intersection, a crossroads, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. We pulled down the road; past two home hair salons and a house with the garage door half-open;
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The first part of this stretch feels as if it’s all uphill. But the road winds left then right, dips and climbs, you might be making progress, might not. Then all of a sudden, you come to a long, gradual rise. The ground is clear, hardscrabble: blueberry
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We leave at dusk in a borrowed car,
two of us,
driving from Boston to the border,
our only stop a package store in New Hampshire for liquid provisions.
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We looked out into the darkness and then at our children. The dark of the forest was feeding them with ideas, filling their imaginations with things beautiful and things wicked.
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There was that time he decided to avoid the whole situation by getting off the bus early.
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The road winds left then right, dips and climbs, you might be making progress, might not. Then all of a sudden, you come to a long, gradual rise. The ground is clear, hardscrabble: blueberry
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The road remained hard no matter where John drove.
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"They've got your number too man!" He points at my chest, jabbing the air. "They're watching us all man! Take me with you! We need to get out of Texas."
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Contemporary persecution of Christians takes on milder forms of torture like having to explain away something Pat Robertson said, or constantly having to hear about Fred Phelps picketing funerals because he happens to hate homosexuals.
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Driving home at midnight, on a night so dark, so wild. Headlights can't pierce the gateway to oblivion.
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