When’re you gonna get off this Apocalypse Now Disneyland crap? You’re supposed to be writing my story, asshole. Fuck Colonel Kurtz!” Howard said, tired of humoring me, his patience at an end. I backed off meekly. We’d gone through this routine a hundred times before.



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