Heat Stroke

Just checking in, how has your summer been?  Oh, how lovely.  Beaches and brews.  Fuckin' killer.  I mean, I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother.  What a sweetheart.  Real salt of the earth.   She had a real good run though, and not the worst way to go either.  You gotta look on the bight side.  I mean, it sounds like it was painless.  A nice, painless death, that's all you can really hope for at that age.  I mean, y'know, we're not getting any younger, especially the old and decrepit.  Right?  Ok, hey, calm down, I didn't mean any disrespect.   But let's face it, she was probably getting a little loopy anyway.  She was in a lot of pain, living in filth.  Smelling herself, regrets.  It's just sad you can't wrap your head around the fact that she's better off now.  You know, we're not all here to be supporting characters in your universal drama, existing eternally to spare you from having to cope with loss or change.  Maybe you need to develop an expanded appreciation for the beauty of the entire circle of life.  Well, hey man, if you're gonna get all sensitive about it then fuck you. No, fuck you. And fuck your dead grandma.​

The next story is coming soon, it is in the final stages of refinement.  It's about the day Richard Speck found a magic talking hat in the woods.  I won't spoil the rest, but things take an awful unexpected turn for the worse.

Still working on Beebo 12 as well. It's going, but it's going slow.  I've decided to release it in parts and hope to release the first part by the end of this year.  But you know what they say, wish in one hand, shit in the other, piss on the floor, spit in your hair, jump out the window, burn all your clothes, drink all the bleach, run into traffic, headbutt a cop.

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