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Last night I was sitting there in that little glass enclosed room being berated for reading and told that if it happened again I would be fired and sent home without a ticket without a way to get back to my own land and since this would cause a major snag in my plans to return home I chose to not engage totally in the pissing contest I chose instead to simply smile smuggly as I always do and sign a piece of paper which these people obviously took quite seriously they obviously engaged the little paper with christian christ blood stained hands as if receiving communion from the long haired hippy himself as if the paper I was handing over was laced in gold and encircled by Angels holding up the corners as if to wipe God's own ass with it. And so I relished in the fact that I hated them and they hated me but we will depart soon we will be our seperate ways and when I look back I will see the Angels flying so easily around their heads swaying and bobbing with the morning the sun as it rises over their lives and they will be waving to me in that after light kind of light that everyone sees when they say they have died and come back that back drop light that Michael Landon light where he dies comes back dies and saves people with that guy in the Boston Red Sox hat they will be with him holding their paper held up by Angels all already dead and floating along as I exit their heaven and return to my realness