Thursday, November 13, 2008

Alcohol and Cotton Balls

A story for whoever wants to read it:

Julian Ford sat back on a low hill overlooking almost all of North Carolina. Because although it was a hill, it was seated atop a mountain. The hill was grassy and soft. He looked at the state and then looked down at a bottle of scotch he had brought to drink. Because he was there and there was no one else around to drink it with, he drank it alone. When he was done drinking it he looked around him and still saw no one. So he fell asleep.

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