Casual Glory; or, Macaulay Culkin Does Nothing
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Macaulay Culkins New Job. He stares at me. Whats wrong with you? He asks. Im over here trying to commiserate about the weather and build an amicable bond between us and youre just shrugging me off. Is today Asshole Day or something? this, he mutters. He takes off his hat, throws it to the ground, and storms off. A man in a suit exits the hotel and glares at me. Did you just piss off Rick? you, man! Rick stomps away. The manager comes back outside. Was that Rick?CONTENT
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Portait of Macaulay Culkin as an Angry Young Man. The rock says nothing because it is a rock and I feel stupid for speaking to it. A hunchbacked old mime passes by.
Macaulay Culkin Causes a Car Accident in Which No One is Seriously Hurt. He yells as he stuffs his intestines into his abdomen. Phil? Back here, a muffled voice echoes in the back of the ambulance. Phil kicks open the back doors and hops out. His upper half is covered in scalpels and needles and he is carrying his head in his arms. The bus driver shouts, How about you, Miss? How how are you people even alive? What, after this? .
I walk towards him, hands on the upper railings.