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and find another one." The burley old guy pushed him out the door.
"You don't come back until you're calmed down."
Brad cursed at him and then walked angrily away. He couldn't
believe it – the club manager was on Dale's side! Like Dale had a
right to anyone's wife, anyone he chose. Brad felt they were all
against him, all of them, everyone who was sitting in the coffee
shop. He wished he had a machine gun. He wished he could mentally
snap like some disgruntled postal worker and step in there and mow
them down. Then he'd cut them up into little pieces, fry them in a
big pan and eat them. Just eat them. Gobble them down like a good
steak, with eggs on the side.
As he walked down the path back toward his house, he heard a
group of kids signing in their backyard. It was to the tune of a
Christmas song, but the words were oddly changed:

Joy to the world, my teacher is dead
I bar-be-cued her head
Where is the body?
I flushed it down the potty
Round and round it goes
Oh round and round it goes…
Oh round, and round, and round it goes…

The children's song disturbed him, just like his own
thoughts disturbed him. He wasn't merely angry with those people.
He wanted to eat them. It was a genuine desire, not just a
fleeting thought. He wanted to butcher them like cattle and chop
them into steaks, especially Dale and Janice.
Jesus Christ, he thought. Where is this coming from? He
stepped over a ball of black and orange ants and passed his back
gate without stopping. Abruptly he changed direction and headed
across the fairway, walking over to Randy's shack. He needed to
talk, and Randy was the closest thing he had to a friend out here.
In the back of his mind, a niggling little thought persisted:
Randy had a gun collection. Randy had let him borrow guns in the
past. Try as he might, Brad couldn’t get this thought to leave him
alone.
Halfway to Randy's shack, Brad stumbled upon the oddest
thing he'd ever seen. There were two snakes right in the middle of
the fairway, both mottled brown and looking to be of the same
species, and they were eating each other. They had swallowed a
good portion of each other's tail. As he stood staring at it,
there was the sound of an automobile horn, and Brad looked up to
see a van driving right down the fairway at him. Brad took several
steps out of the way and the van drove past, running over the


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