The Man who spoke in Acronyms

[hollow_eyes]

At the end of a rather bleak row of dollar discount clothing bins, past the “previously enjoyed” fifty cent porno section, at the crossroads of kitchen ware and sporting goods, lay the answers to the secrets of the universe, woven deep within the silky tapestry of a Kentucky waterfall. These sacred follicles belong to a very special man: Roy (from

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[ramones_sedated]

I absolutely loved this.
I read it with a stupid grin on my face the whole while (maybe I'm just sick and twisted).
But still, I think it's pretty brilliant. It's very straight forward, which seems a little unusual for your writing, as you often take a story from the middle, and take it to something resembling an end; this was very well rounded, and left few left ends (other than the acronyms). I greatly enjoyed your description of the thrift store. It's somewhere between being acceptable to shop in, and just being downright trashy. Nicely done.

[cadence_amend]

Clever.