Monday, July 4, 2016

Ryan's trip to Hell.

Ryan is getting sent on a business trip next week. He leaves Saturday. I've been hearing about it for a while now, small pieces of what the trip will be like.

I put it all together yesterday and realised he might actually be getting sent to hell. The desert in the middle of July, 50 miles from the nearest grocery store, him and the religious guy from work, working night shifts - 6pm to 6am. 

If he told me they were piping "The Night Chicago Died" and that one song by Chuck Mangione on repeat into the facility, at this point, it wouldn't surprise me.


I just asked him if that might be the case and he said there's no facility; they'll be running the experiments outside. Small mercies. No Chuck Mangione. 

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