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There were no portents of doom, no premonitions, for Tommy
it was just another Thursday. He got up, showered, shaved,
had his usual breakfast of Oatmeal and Cheetos, all systems
normal. He went out for his morning commute to his job as
Sou Chef at the Roadkill Cafe. But during his drive, the traffic
seemed particularly mindless. The number of texters, makeup
artists, tweeters, status updaters and those affirming their
love had increased to critical proportions. Earlier, a brief
rainshower had fallen, just enough to float the highway grease
to the surface. To make matters worse, today of all days, Tommy
had not worn his helmet. As he passed exit 34, an overwrought,
underappreciated Soccer Mom decided, at the last second,
to take exit 34, and spend her hard-earned cash at Chantelle's
Aromatherapy, Lingerie, and Liquor Store. She cut hard across
six lanes of traffic, directly at Tommy. Directly at his Helmetless Head.
Tommy slowed down, let her go by, and continued safely to work,
where he made his famous Tequila, Psilocybe, and Sinsemilla Reduction Sauce.
Which would be World Famous, if not for it's amnesia-inducing qualities.