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06.15.05 by Widge @ 5:31 pm
…in the bathroom this morning, and it was coveting my Red Bull. I knew when I stepped into the shower, it would go for my Red Bull. I had visions of either dealing with a drowned fly in my Red Bull, or a fly hopped up on Red Bull flying around the house, like something out of Joe Cartoon. So, yeah, I drank my Red Bull in the shower. What? Don't look at me like that. Filed under: Insomnia
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John Robinson is a writer of prose, poetry and comics who also writes under
the pseudonym of Widgett Walls.
This is my latest book. Short stories written especially for you, or at least someone who reminded me a lot of you at the time.