by Brad Rose

Last night, I flicked all the lights off and on, as I watched my Three Mile Island lava lamp erupt under lightning. Now, I’m counting the rungs on my step ladder. Someday, I’m going to tally all my favorite sentences, but until then, what do you suppose are the odds of an asteroid strike? Last week, as I was counting the red cars on my way to work and the blue cars on my way home, I lost track of how often I blinked. I want to stop, but I can’t. Of course, it’s not every day you get to set the record straight.


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