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I pulled up in my Fiesta, rolled down the

  • I pulled up in my Fiesta, rolled down the window, and, in time with the music, lip-synched "Get out of my dreams and into my car" at the hunk of a construction worker standing on
  • an Arctic ice flow from what used to be Alaska, Canada & Greenland. He gave me an discomforted look, but that old bimbo with the glasses & makeup was ready to launch another salvo
  • . No one knew what Ira Flato was doing on an ice berg.
  • But one thing everyone did know is that Ira Flato's ass was frozen off, which was not a big deal in terms of his radio show, but a real bitch when he needed to use the bathroom.
  • He'd pass the time on the toilet alphabetically writing bodily functions in crayon on squares of toilet paper. He was stuck on "U" when the bathroom door was suddenly kicked down
  • and a man in a black suit with a gray tie entered. "CBI," he said, and flashed a badge so quickly its insignia couldn't be seen. "You've been charged with criminal vandalism."
  • "CBI?" I guffawed! "That's not a real agency! And it's a plastic badge." His gun, quite obviously, was metal. Cold hard metal. Death metal. "Turn off that awful music," he ordered
  • As the grammophone played vintage Black Sabbath. Who could not love "Paranoid"? Well, someone didn't like it and smashed the grammophone to smithereens. I stood there and looked at
  • it with an expression of horror plastered on my face. Why would someone do this?
  • Eyes bulging in disbelief, I minimized the window and quickly signed off. It was time for a break.

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