So I’m sitting in the handbasket, with rocket fuel in the tank.

Someone’s standing nearby with a flamethrower.

And shit’s going to get real when they figure out how to use it.

I expect that will happen within the hour.

So I’m taking this final quiet moment to ponder something.

All I have to say is this.

I have plans at 9:30 p.m. Yes, a school night.

I’d better be on time, damn it.

Hope the handbasket is intact enough to get me there.

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