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while out searching for the latest rider friendly diapers i was confronted by a wild pack of sheep herders disguised as corporate martial artists.
staffs in hand, i was chased through the mean streets of newport beach where many, if not all, of america's fleecing giants sleep- and eat sushi. not the normal kind of raw fish either, but the highest grade of uber-fish ever created. it's like eugenics, but for fish and other salty critters, such as crustaceons and squids.
just as i ran over the last of the attack chihuahas a flurry of cheap shoes were flung my way, deflecting off of my bulletfroof- and apparently shoe-proof, arai special construction visor.
just as i thought i was away from the short little men in funny robes, in one last ditch effort one of them shoved his staff right through the heart of my front 32-inch prototype wheel- thereby launching this hapless pauper through the air. as i lay there groggy, the bunch of them swarmed me and every pocket surrounding my limp body. before i knew it, all of my life savers, credit cards, and spare change was gone.
all i heard as they jumped into their private planes and bentleys was "we own you, we own your thoughts, we own your ideas, we own your energy, we own your time, we own everything, and we want more......"
i'm pretty sure i still own my dignity and the dirty ace comb they missed in my back pocket....
stay tuned for more, and sometimes less
toph bocchiaro
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