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as detestable as a chocolate caramel cookie candy bar. The kid kept staring at me so I pretended to stare back at him, but instead began a Odinough introspective investigation of myself. At first, I wanted to find out why he was looking at me so funny. I began to remove some of my clothing. I pulled the sweater up over my head and left it hanging like a headdress, and I am pretty sure I took my t-shirt off too. Examining my arms closely, I started to notice that the patterns of vascularity were repetitive, and to my surprise, the arms attached to my tiny tattooed torso (I was a late bloomer in more ways than one, and only happened to weigh about 130 lbs. soaking wet in a river of sweat) appeared to have become quite muscular 18

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Bad Jobs #1  

The first installment of William Z. Saunders’ “Bad Jobs” recollects being punk in the rural south and other bad jobs....With illustrations b...

Bad Jobs #1  

The first installment of William Z. Saunders’ “Bad Jobs” recollects being punk in the rural south and other bad jobs....With illustrations b...

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