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The Decline of Cap'n Paco

The grilling was incessant and seasoned, leaving an aroma that even the greatest cooks of those most fragrant of desires might mistake for parsley. It was a grilling that was fitting for a man accustomed to marinating in the juices of his own mind, a hard-boiled line of questioning peppered with the barbed forks of reason, with salt purposefully rubbed into the wounds for good measure.

Story by:

Paitayamu

steppet@gmail.com

submitted at 9:57pm

2 May 2008