February 23, 2011
“We get paid to drain the fluids, Nate. Not spill ‘em all over the corpse.” “This here’s embalmin’. If you don’t like it, then don’t let the tent flap hit you where the Good Lord split you.” “Don’t drink the formaldehyde, son.” “Nate! Get off that body.” “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just see you [...]
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October 12, 2009
To some extent we all feared the milkman. Even my father, who’d fought Franco’s men, would wait until the white truck was down the block before he’d get our bottles off the front step. And our milkman wasn’t mean, not like an old teacher you avoided at the grocery store or a dentist with foul [...]
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