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The problem with the apocalypse

The problem with the apocalypse was there was no single event.

You couldn’t say, “where were you when . . ..” The day the asteroid hit. The day they nuked Milan. The towers fell. They shot JR. Or Kennedy. Our apocalypse was a creeping end. Like zombies, or carpet beetles.

Instead, we talked about the clowns .

Tonight Julie is on about the fucking clowns. I hated the clowns. We all hated the clowns. But it’s done, I mean, why do we have to keep hashing it over?

“And do you remember her book? Going Maverick? Do you remember that?”

Alltop is always on about the clowns too. Originally published on Name Your Tale, as Story #713.