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“Gordy’s not dead.”
It was Rollie on the phone.

“I had breakfast with Gordy this morning,” he said.
Then he laughed.

I said that Gordy was probably
glad to learn he wasn’t dead.

Rollie chuckled a little, and said
he thought so; Gordy was probably happy to
know that he wasn’t dead.

Later on that day, I checked my email.
“Check this out,” said the subject line.

It was from Gordy.

So, I figure Gordy isn’t really dead.

Stopping to think about it, I hadn’t heard
from Gail in about three years. She was
the one who had told me Gordy was dead.

It’s nice to know Gail is alive.
I’ll have to get in touch with Gordy.

Sometime soon.
You just never know, man.

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Okay,
Father Luke

It’s been so long since I’ve been on the internet, and it’s changed just a bit.
So, I’ve been having fun just surfing, listening to music and finding really raunchy whack-off-in-twenty-seconds-flat triple x-rated, porn.

In addition to the porn, I’m finding new html stuff to learn.

There’s other stuff, too.

So, I’m downloading the entire internet.
I should be done in a few days.

I’ll be putting the internet on a cd and giving it away
to friends for the holidays.

Let me know if you’d like a copy.

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Okay,
Father Luke

For those coming here from some link or another,
just a quick plug for my writing.

Find it here:

F a t h e r L u k e .com

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Okay,
Father Luke

Watch carefully.

Watching?
Okay, here goes…

First:

Got it?

Okay. Now watch:

Magic, right?
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Okay,
Father Luke

I’m forty seven years old.
I’ve never bought a refrigerator in my life.

I had a refrigerator once, a couple of years ago. It’s
still in Arizona for all I know.
I’m forty seven years old.
I’ve never bought a refrigerator in my life.

I had a refrigerator once, a couple of years ago. It’s
still in Arizona for all I know.

For all I know my rug is still in Arizona, and my
computer monitors, and my heating blanket, and my pillows, and…

I got a refrigerator today. It’s as tall as I am up to my chin.
It’s across the room from me. It’s white, cold, and quieter
than a whore waiting to be paid.

I’m staring it down.

I bought some milk today, just to be able to refrigerate it, and
then throw it out when it gets too sour to drink.

Really, I can hardly wait.