Flies.
Southeastern Nowhere, North Carolina.... has more flies than I have ever encountered. I've never seen so many goddamned flies. They're everywhere. Where do they come from?
Flies.
I have become adept with a fly swatter. It has become my light saber and I have become a Fly Jedi. I kill at least 3 to 6 flies a day. I have become Death. Death to the flies. One thing is for certain.... I'm pretty fly... for a white guy.
Flies.
There're everywhere. You can't sit down anywhere, be it a store, a restaraunt, a park, a.... well, there's not much else here... without seeing a damnable fly. They're everywhere.
Flies.
Even in my own damn office, I have a fly graveyard, the scattered corpses of dead flies litter the landscape and look like the creative vision of a sick freak making a damn fly version of Apocolypse Now. And I'm freakin' Robert Duvall....I love the smell of fly napalm in the morning.
Flies.
They're almost as bad as truck drivers.
Almost.
At least flies I can kill.
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