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So there I was . . .standing on a cold gray sidewalk in Times Square, confused and shivering when I realized . . .I was naked.
Just then, a depthless, pristine Jaguar slinked past the sloshing traffic and gently pulled up beside me to present my nude reflection staring back. As I looked upon my distorted countenance with envy, all I could hear was the mantra in my head, "You didn't finish, did you? You didn't FINISH, DID you?!!" An awkward moment elapsed, and then the mechanical window buzzed downward exposing the room within the black hole. I gasped. It was he.
So I ran and I ran . . .I ran so hard the salty slush beneath my feet felt like dripping Italian Ice on a humid Atlanta dog day. Raspberry, I think.
I ran and ran, turned a corner, then another. Out of breath, I began to slow. Then I halted to a stop. As my tear-streamed eyes looked upward from the alley floor, I saw it. The figure before me warmed each of my five appendages like a stiff brandy wine.
"Hulk Hogan," I breathed . . .
"We meet at last."
Date Written: July 28, 2004
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