A teenager, tired and angry, pouring himself a bowl of bland Measly Pops breakfast cereal, when a little plastic space toy falls from the pack. A meaningless junk premium from the cereal corporation. "What the fuck is this?" is all he asks before chowing down on the bland, yet crunchy cereal.
I sat around for a week and a half waiting to leave Bangalore. I had time to kill. I wrote a story that has one of those Dr. Suess tempos to it. It's called The Tale of Nick Nork, and its about this guy who goes out on a walk and meets a stork who's a dork, serving pork, with a fork etc etc. This is what they looked like. How I distracted myself in the days before finally leaving Bangalore. How i stayed sane and intact.
A tribute to this gruesome Spanish bloodsport, where rarely, the animal wins. This is the Death Bull, that despite victoriously removing the bullfighter's testicle, in a fair fight, is now marked down as dead. But for now, it's Bull 1. Stupidity 0.
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