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Me like...must try to find a copy of that.

Have you read anything by Mark Leyner? He's kind of like a funnier, low-brow David Foster Wallace - and much of his stuff is not unlike what you posted above. My Cousin, My Gastroenterologist and Et Tu, Babe are both particularly worth tracking down.

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"I was an infinitely hot and dense dot"

I was driving to Las Vegas to tell my sister that I'd had Mother's respirator unplugged. Four bald men in the convertible in front of me were picking the scabs off their sunburnt heads and flicking them onto the road. I had to swerve to avoid riding over one of the oozy crusts of blood and going into an uncontrollable skid. I maneuvered the best I could in my boxy Korean import but my mind was elsewhere. I hadn't eaten for days. I was famished. Suddenly as I reached the crest of a hill, emerging from the fog, there was a bright neon sign flashing on and off that read: FOIE GRAS AND HARICOTS VERTS NEXT EXIT. I checked the guidebook and it said: *Excellent food, malevolent ambience*. I'd been habitually abusing an illegal growth hormone extracted from the pituitary glands of human corpses and I felt as if I were drowning in excremental filthiness but the prospect of having something good to eat cheered me up.

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"The suggestiveness of one stray hair in an otherwise perfect coiffure"

He's got a car bomb. He puts the key in the ignition and turns it - the car blows up. He gets out. He opens the hood and makes a cursory inspection. He closes the hood and gets back in. He turns the key in the ignition. The car blows up. He gets out and slams the door shut disgustedly. He kicks the tire. He takes off his jacket and shimmies under the chassis. He pokes around. He slides back out and wipes the grease off his shirt. He puts his jacket back on. He gets in. He turns the key in the ignition. The car blows up, sending debris into the air and shattering windows for blocks. He gets out and says, Damn it! He calls a tow truck. He gives them his AAA membership number. They tow the car to an Exxon station. The mechanic gets in and turns the key in the ignition. The car explodes, demolishing the gas pumps, the red-and-blue Exxon logo high atop its pole bursting like a balloon on a string.

The mechanic steps out. You got a car bomb, he says.

The man rolls his eyes. I know that, he says.

(I found some excerpts online)

[ 04-09-2001: Message edited by: Suddenly there's Vancouver ]