Reading Dune in the back a Disel station

Reading Dune in the back a Disel station wagon driving through Kansas on a Summer road trip to visit my Grandmother in Lincoln, Nebraska. I am one with this book.

I do appreciate a good sci-fi, but I prefer not to be living in one. Who knew that a post apocalyptic future could Be so taxing. I mean, where do I get the food, a grocery store?

My question was soon answered however, when my doorbell rang. I hastened to open it and was almost immediately knocked over by a man with a half singed head, staggering pass me.

"My God, Man," I shouted, while searching around for a glass of cold water, "who did this to you?" He was unable to speak; his entire body looked like a campfire had been put out

with it. I held the glass to his charred lips, but he could not drink. Suddenly he shuddered and leapt up in a ball of smoke. "I have been re born as- CHARCOAL MAN!" I gasped and

looked up. There was a puff of smoke. From within emerged a new man, full of muscles- his flesh made completely out of charcoal. "This is awesome!" I shouted. The CHARCOAL MAN ran

Out of the night club and boarded the 147 bus. I loaned him the bus fare. The driver noticed his physique and one passenger fainted. The charcoal man exited at the corner of Ash St

, where he met up with his red hot girlfriend, Amber--who hadn't seen him before in his metamorphosed state. "You're so. . ." Amber was shocked. "Ripped?" Charcoal Man interjected

Snidely while rolling the ends of his mustache. Amber hadn%u2019t noticed Charcoal Man standing beside her until he spoke so reacted badly. She had already been hit with the metamo

phosis so it hardly mattered anyway. This really burned the Charcoal Man and he began smoking because of it. Years latter the Marlboro Man & Joe Camel spoke at his funeral. Sad.