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What is Dan doing right now?

Is he..

  • Lurking here reading every post and absolutely seething

    Votes: 25 62.5%
  • Huddled in a corner crying, wondering where it all went wrong

    Votes: 1 2.5%
  • Trying to explain to his wife what the hell is going on

    Votes: 6 15.0%
  • Selling rubber dog shit door to door at a 50% discount

    Votes: 4 10.0%
  • Thinking of restarting his hit football podcast from 2014

    Votes: 4 10.0%

  • Total voters
    40

DrSteveCarlisi

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Enjoying a spicy chicken sandwich and waffle fries from Chick-Fil-A, washing it down with a large Coke zero and marvelling at how clean cut and well-mannered the kids who work there are.
I worked at chick-fil-A from 14 to 18. My mother even went to chick-fil-A college and became a store operator.

I hated having to shave my peach fuz chin hair and wearing a real tie, but that place taught me how to be a hard and professional worker at a young age.
 

UnPRePared

For the last time, I am NOT Frank Grimes!
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Picture this:

A man, face hidden under a baseball cap, walks into a liquor store and orders five fifths of bottom shelf rum. The store operator, curious, and even concerned, asks "Why would someone need all this liquor?"

"Reasons," the mysterious man answers, face still down.

"I hope you're not going to drink this in one sitting. Do you need some help, brother?" The store operator says, his voice soft with empathy.

"'Brother'.... Brotherman. Heh, if you only knew what I've been through," the man says, slowly lifting his face, meeting his eyes with the store operator.

Horrified, the store operator whispers "It's you... He Who Shall Not Be Named." The store operator speaks in random scripture, unable to turn away from The Fallen One.

Somerville Dan nods, barely able to muster a momentary smirk. "Yeah... I won't be staying long. I have nowhere to go now, no one to hear my great comedy, my pontification, my ship steering. It's funny, we were warned once by a great man to keep our heads on a swivel. How right he was."

Dan grabs the bag without paying, and the store operator slowly walks back, never breaking gaze. Relishing the brief feeling of rare power once again, Dan says "I want to hear you say it. Say it."

A lone teardrop running down his face, the store operator stammers out "Y-y-you're mentally ill... Atalker."

Dan nods in approval, and the feeling of power is gone.

"If anyone comes in here asking for me, tell them to 'wait quietly for the knock'."

And with that, Dan walks out into the moonlit night, with no podcast to call his own, no Forum to call his home, and still wondering what "your moms box" actually means.
 

ShutYourCakeHorn

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Picture this:

A man, face hidden under a baseball cap, walks into a liquor store and orders five fifths of bottom shelf rum. The store operator, curious, and even concerned, asks "Why would someone need all this liquor?"

"Reasons," the mysterious man answers, face still down.

"I hope you're not going to drink this in one sitting. Do you need some help, brother?" The store operator says, his voice soft with empathy.

"'Brother'.... Brotherman. Heh, if you only knew what I've been through," the man says, slowly lifting his face, meeting his eyes with the store operator.

Horrified, the store operator whispers "It's you... He Who Shall Not Be Named." The store operator speaks in random scripture, unable to turn away from The Fallen One.

Somerville Dan nods, barely able to muster a momentary smirk. "Yeah... I won't be staying long. I have nowhere to go now, no one to hear my great comedy, my pontification, my ship steering. It's funny, we were warned once by a great man to keep our heads on a swivel. How right he was."

Dan grabs the bag without paying, and the store operator slowly walks back, never breaking gaze. Relishing the brief feeling of rare power once again, Dan says "I want to hear you say it. Say it."

A lone teardrop running down his face, the store operator stammers out "Y-y-you're mentally ill... Atalker."

Dan nods in approval, and the feeling of power is gone.

"If anyone comes in here asking for me, tell them to 'wait quietly for the knock'."

And with that, Dan walks out into the moonlit night, with no podcast to call his own, no Forum to call his home, and still wondering what "your moms box" actually means.
That was beautiful Ray, you should start considering writing stories as a sidegig, sci-fi seems all the rage with the kids these days.

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For the last time, I am NOT Frank Grimes!
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That was beautiful Ray, you should start considering writing stories as a sidegig, sci-fi seems all the rage with the kids these days.

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No thanks, I don't feel comfortable hanging around pederasts.

I'd rather be around an angry drunk like Harlan Ellison. Or was he questionable too?
 
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