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Fantastically ironic
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The heavens open up. Flashes of lightening illuminate, briefly, tendrils of blue cloud. Between each flash, blackness. Then another blinding flash. Thick pearls of water soak through my windbeaker--I am dampened to the core. There is no thunder, merely the pittering of some distant applause.

It was far too dangerous to drive home last night. I stayed at a friend's house in the country. A sticker on the dashboard of his car reads, "Of what good is it for a man to have the entire world yet lose his soul?".

My friend lives alone in a five-bedroom house. From the nauseating swirls of pattern in the carpet, I would say that it was built in the late seventies. The nearest neighbor is ten miles away. In the pitchness of the night, there is but a single 40-watt bulb dangling over the garage to distinguish the house from the surrounding forest of pine.

"When the power goes out, I don't sleep," my friend confides.

He keeps a loaded shotgun in the coat-closet by the front door.

"Out here, things are a bit different. It's way safer than the city. Imagine: everyone's got a gun. I pity the fool who comes out here; just pick a house. Don't pick mine: I'll pump you full of holes in three seconds flat. This place scares the hell out of me. Anyhow, there's a few free rooms here, make yourself at home."

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