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Egypt.
Columbia.
Liberty.
Lexington.
Dayton.
Crossville.
Knoxville.
Downtown.
42nd and Palm.
37th and St. Vincent.
Crosstown Express.
Bumfucked Nowhere.

Curtis Atwood lived in a dilapidated house that my great grandfather built in the early 60's. As I sat on a pile of firewood in the living room he shoved a bottle of Kessler into my mouth. "Drink hard and fast," he said. He held it to my lips for about six good swallows then pulled it away. "Curtis, I can't drink like you." He put his hands on the wood-stove and his skin melted to the cast-iron surface. He pulled back two fleshless apendages and smeared the blood and melted tendons all over his face. "No, but you can die like me." I ran to my truck and sped home.

Even when you think you have the Earth in a stranglehold, the ground melts into
pitch black ice water.
Poor advice.