H. L. Mencken

I'm fighting the flu, and I'm losing. Intermittently I'm overcome by a sensation that someone is standing behind me and squeezing my stomach with both hands, a very unpleasant sensation.
A tragic tale of woe, broken dreams, shattered illusions, and small furry animals on the West Coast of Canada. Uncensored thoughts of a man before the coffee kicks in....
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