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me not to jump. A cruiser pulled up and his partner asked me to put my hands on the hood of it, patted me down, put me in handcuffs, and parked my ass in the back seat. The next thing I knew, they were leading me into a tiny interrogation room where a couple more policemen joined me and the three little pigs. These two were county Mounties, and they were wondering just “what kinda drugs was I on, and where did I procure them?” I remember thinking that I heard them saying things, but I couldn’t hear what they were telling me. From what I could decipher, I understood that they were about to shave off my beautiful blueblack head of hair and penetrate the bottom part of me. They asked me for my phone number so I gave them the only one I 20

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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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