Everyone at the Jo-tel and most of our Friends and Fambly are either sick, immediately recovering from sickness, or using saved up white blood cells to fend off some illness that has already entered our body. Every drink of booze, every late night results in someone phoning in sick to the afternoon-after day-trip to Golden Gate Park. We are all on rained on, embattled zombies in the Hot Zone. No place or purpose to quarantine. Health: a pale, quick shadow. When will there be respite from the contagion? Who will be the Dr. Rieux to save the Oran that is San Francisco right now? We are trapped, with only our lack of hope to possibly sustain us. Good bye for now.
-Shark
3 responses so far ↓
Load // Feb 25, 2008 at 12:32 pm
I take it that the “Jack ()ff” got out of hand.
Thrill // Feb 25, 2008 at 4:14 pm
Oof. Zonk. And not because your nickname is Load.
PETE // Feb 26, 2008 at 4:13 pm
I liked that one, Load. (zing block)
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