April 20, 2001

Viewer Discretion Advised

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As I’m writing this, the construction man outside my window is jack-hammering away at the mortar and concrete between the bricks that hold up my home. Dust is billowing into my lungs but that’s okay. The man has assured me that the dust isn’t poisonous, and I’m not skeptical, because he’s been in this business a long time and it’s perfectly natural that all of his four children are Siamese twins. So what if the gray cloud of thick air causes something silly to happen to me, like blindness, or dementia? It’s not like the cloud is so thick that I can