The more I think about it, the more I see that having an abdomen full of tumors is like having uninvited house guests. Squatters, to be exact. Think of it: In late October I go off on a little vacation through Southeast Asia - Bangkok, Northern Thailand, parts of Malaysia, the two islands of Borneo, Bali. The trip lasts a month, and then I take another week long vacation over the Holiday season to visit family. When I get back to Denver, what should I find? A bunch of damn squatters taking up residence in my gut! They've been eating most of my food, wasting me down a good twenty pounds. They've tainted the water: tap water tastes like paste these days. They've trashed everything they've touched; they leave behind a necrotic mess wherever they bed down. My plumbing is stuck and tends to overflow through the wrong openinings. And what is that smell?!!! Well, boys, I'm back, and it's time to get the fuck out! I'm lacing up the ass-kicking boots as I speak.
- Craig
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