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It's 1987. I have travelled through time. I stand on the dusty sidewalk of an office park outside of Kalamazoo Michigan. I open a glass door with peeling plastic letters that almost read "Great Lakes Bulk Mail and Circulars." I enter, the room is a sea of stale carpet. Boxes filled with pulp paper float everywhere, a metal desk sits in the center like lilli pad. A short and wide man sits behind the desk eating a ham on rye. I approach the desk.

"Are you George Mastriani."

He licks his finger and sucks the crumbs out of his mustache. "Yeah, who wants to know."

"Your spirit will one day run the world."

He snorts. "Look fella, if you want place one of those freak personals, you can just call."

"No, no. In three years time you will be on a flight to Omaha. You will be sitting next to a man named Sergei. He will ask what you do. You will tell him. He will say that it sounds like your jobs 'sucks.' You will tell him 'it's a living.' I must ask you, I must plead with you not to talk to this man."

He opens the top drawer of his desk and removes a .38 revolver. He points the gun at me and pulls down the hammer. "And my friend here is going to have to ask you to get the frick out of my office."

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This is a really long way of saying you don't frick.

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