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You’re a better man than me because I’d be sniffing up lines of Shirley Jackson in quick succession in the vain hope that some of her talent rubs off on me.

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Reminds me of The Treasure of the Sierra Madre. Sure, finding the gold is hard. Carrying the gold back to civilization is really hard.

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Gods Chuck. Funny, I’ve lost a lot of people but never seen their ashes. It’s almost like people hide them these days instead of decorating their fireplace. “Thats mom watching over me,” I’d be tempted to put googly eyes on the urn. Anyways, I’ll get on a shortie. Hope you had a good break!

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Boy this post made me smile! Hope you got my letter to Chuck and enjoyed it! Could be more where that one came from!

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“Do you always have to be such a fucking jerk?” See, it’s fun to live with a writer.

--I read that thinking Mike was a writer, too.

God, this was so good.

Also timely. I just read an article about a funeral home owner in FL (Florida man) who abandoned his mortuary. When the police arrived months later, they found three corpses who were supposed to have been cremated. The owner had handed off kitty litter to the families.

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I got booted out of AA…so kinda feel ya on that one.

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I love that Mike knew exactly what you'd do. Tell him he was right, nobody wants to be picking bits of charred bone meal from under their dinner plates. Even literary ones.

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Wednesdays are the best days to have a story night and staged public execution. It really gets you ready for the weekend. Thanks Chuck!

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Oh how fun! In the name of Jesus Christ I revoke the adulterous ideas of Ms. Shirley Jackson & Mr. Paker! I want to have comfortable, mind numbing conversation at my dinner table with zealots who secretly hate me! Give me an "Amen!"

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Hey Chuck,

Do you have any pieces of hate mail we can read for reference?

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You should take the ashes, bake them into Valentine’s Day cookies, and give them to unsuspecting lonely strangers. By doing this you're filling a void inside themselves that they didn't know was there. You're giving back to them in ways that they'll never know and never be able to thank you for. Made with love. Who says cannibalism has to be a bad thing?

Also, if you don't wanna keep the ashes, I’ll take them off your hands. I have a few scores to settle.

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Challenge accepted.

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Thanks for the warning. Sounds fun 😁

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Chuck if I write a piece can someone else read it for me? I’d love to participate but I can’t make it to Portland in mid March.

If so should I post it here?

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so fully enraged that I live in Chicago and can't get stoned with the rest of you

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