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the big news came a
little after 11 o'clock. i knew it was
then because i was already thinking about
lunch. suddenly from all the houses and
cars you heard it, the piercing tone of
the emergency broadcasting system.
"missiles have been launched... washington
DC is gone..." and then that signal went
dead.
people were running out of their houses
and looking to the skies. i figured, what
the hell, put down my shovel and got on my
bicycle. so this was the end. it didn't
feel that bad.
i got to the bar. it was already packed.
the tv was on but no signal was coming
through, just a black screen that
occasionally flashed as the green LED
numbers clicked through all 500 stations
on the satellite set, finding nothing, not
even static.
beer. thank god. i realized sitting there
with the end of the world making its way
toward me, that beer was the only thing
i'd ever really wanted and here i was,
swallowing it, cold and clear, and i
didn't have to pay a cent. |
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