I'm a Master Harpoonist
Listen:
I can hear a mammalian heartbeat from up to 60 yards. I'll be standing there outside a bar—Gronau's, maybe—holding a beer and a smoke and the long buttery hair of a vomiting hobo and then there it is, at the periphery of my awareness:
bathunk
bathunk
and then the instincts kick in and I grab for the nearest javelin-like object. Because at any given moment—after sex, in the shower, eating a muffin—if I hear the beat of a heart I can stop, focus, and put a javelin through it from 60 yards.
Watch the fuck out.
I can hear a mammalian heartbeat from up to 60 yards. I'll be standing there outside a bar—Gronau's, maybe—holding a beer and a smoke and the long buttery hair of a vomiting hobo and then there it is, at the periphery of my awareness:
bathunk
bathunk
and then the instincts kick in and I grab for the nearest javelin-like object. Because at any given moment—after sex, in the shower, eating a muffin—if I hear the beat of a heart I can stop, focus, and put a javelin through it from 60 yards.
Watch the fuck out.
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