The Champ

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Friday, July 24, 2009

It is the Fourth Of July.

Thousands of miles from the Coney Island Boardwalk, Hodo blindly crawls on the cracked earth, flies buzzing in and out of his nose.

There is no food.

There is no water.

There is nothing but dirt, flies, and death.

A pack of hyenas catches his scent, and Hodo doesn’t feel them as they tear into his flesh.

Back at Coney Island, the winner of the hot dog eating competition congratulations the runner-up.

They laugh, throw up on each other, and laugh again.

To Hodo, the pool on the ground would have been a banquet.

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