Linguist, lexicographer, writer, editor, broadcaster

In this moment of truth, I confirmed the fear: deep down I am rotten

“I helped a guy shore up some 4-by-4s that were placed alongside a firehose laid across Church Street then joined a line of workers carrying empty, new 5-gallon buckets, some of which bore paint company labels. This led me right up a pile of wreckage along the southern edge of the property and straight into a horrifying situation which was exactly why assholes like myself shouldn’t have been there and why I may be destined for hell. Seeing my white suit, some of the workers grabbed me and said, ‘Oh, good, you’re here!’ They led me up the pile to a rescuer who handed me a disposable flashlight, said he smelled something and pointed an opening under a girder.”

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Grant Barrett