34rdFacestreet - 1100010011/1/200002220202Ganglandattack,destroy,and then finally retreat

Keep peopling for the people third face sports hydra fans,

If you're watching for the game and don't notice the living breathing, drooling hydra behind you I salute you for your dedication and dumness/numness to the direness of your situation.

Dozer 2:

He would reach out to them out of the blue and send a letter or two, and they wouldn't answer. Except when Johnny had heard about the Oiler's playoff run and all the fights they had won or something or other. "Did you hear about the game the other night? I saw a tooth fly right through the glass and into one of the camera operators' shots! The program switched off it before the glass shattered but I heard the game was a blast!" Dozer was confused by this letter. He had just sent a letter a few days earlier inquiring about Johnny's blasterfiend who had died. Johnny couldn't have gotten the letter that quickly but he thought he would've been too distressed to discuss a hockey fight. It seemed the right message reached the right person. This was a rarity, but Dozer couldn't think about his friends or the letters he had sent them, no, not tonight.

 

He had something else to think about. He was thinking of moving towns or jobs, or maybe changing which bus he took to his job. He wanted to get out of debt and thought one of these choices held the key. When he had left school nothing had stuck with him. Not the classes, the teachers, the gum under the chairs, or the pretty girls in them. He wished he would have gotten stuck under the chairs and stayed there for the next class. The next one might've invigorated him. What stuck with him was something a classmate's father had said as he was leaving his dorm for the last time, alone. Of course, he didn't know it was his last time.