by Sean Maloney
To my comrades in the cubicles back at my cushy office job:
How was Hot Dog Day? Did everybody bring the side dishes they promised? Did Tim bring all the obscure condiments like he was talking about? I'm sorry I missed it. I really do love our Friday corporate team building activities, but I really need a weekend of alcohol abuse, loud music and thousands of freaky-freaky people.
If I don't make it back by Monday morning, look for me wandering along Rt. 127 outside of Viola. I'm probably in a shallow grave after making one too many hippie jokes. Those hippies can be vicious little fuckers if you cross 'em.