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August 5, 2003
Trash Talking
I got in Death's face one day.
"F__k You!" I said, full of defiance.
He just grinned back at me and replied:
"I heard you wuz a writer. Is that your best shot?"
I knew that it wasn't a fair game, and,
As a Superstar, Death never gets called for
Unsportsmanlike Conduct or Taunting.
I had figured out who would have the last laugh.
It wasn't going to be me.
Small comfort that my last laugh would be my own.
I put on my best game face and played on,
Knowing I could get blind-sided on the very next play.
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