MY MONEY'S ON
THE MARKED HORSE
The strange guy with the grease-gun is coming around
again, and all those stalkers are out on the street. Loosen
me up a new widget please. Jehovah's Witnesses, good God
yet again, have taken up places in so many of the driveways.
It must be mission-day once more for them. Get out on them
hustings, and pump it up for the Deity! Yeah! But what happens
if you live in a world where Deliverance is only a movie? What
then, bungalow Bill - you're caught in your own frieze of a trap.
Like a wartime general who is also a mechanic, you seek to fix
things up just as soon as you go about wrecking them.
Conflicts of interest, I'd say.