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i’ve never had the mystery-meat known as scrapple, although i have a feeling i and it could be bff’s 4 eva.

“Ugh, where am I?” I managed to mumble out of cracked, bloody lips. I looked around through half open eyes, stinging with the rising morning sun.
I now realized that I was being lifted by someone other than my legs. “Who are you, you big, strong man?” I slurred.
“Son, you have two choices,” a man in [...]

Originally written by me for Epinions on Nov 17, 2000. Pretty dumb if you ask me, but it was during my days of looking for interesting things to review, in my skewed way. This was supposed to be a travel review of a place called Mysore, India. This story did not have any basis in truth, unlike most of my other writings. or did it?