There was a morbidly obese man on the train this morning.
He furiously typed away on his Blackberry as a small a stream of blood trickled out of his right ear and dripped onto his shirt.
He was forced to pause his typing a number of times, waving one hand around his ear as if shooing away a fly. He would blink furiously as he did this.
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What Edward Gorey did with a fine-tipped black pen, Brendon does with words.
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