I meandered across a ranting bum up an aforesaid mentioned street and stopped to spread some word. I gathered he was learned and proffered anti-biotic survival pills. I consumed and sat and took notes. I later collected a dictaphone to facilitate more accurate research and during this experience I grew a beard. At the end of the soapbox discussion I was ready, renewed with vigour is as he described it. The next day I quit my job and cleaned out the robot mansion.
Extract from Shock Fiction Tales: Odes to Death, Decay, Eternal Conflict and the Exaltation of the Quest for the Dream, American or Otherwise by Charles Lidgard © 2004
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