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Ordinary people carry action figures on their dashboard and stop in still traffic on their way to work to stare at the circus billboard wishing they could be the incredible flying man who soars above the Ferris wheel and disappears beyond the horizon. The human cannonball lives with his mother in a musty basement filled with old baseball cards, beer can memorabilia, an ash stained billiards table, Chicago Bulls jerseys, and pictures of Goldie Hawn and Evil Knievel. The human cannonball has high blood pressure, frequent anxiety, a wheat allergy, a jaw that pops when opened too wide, a crick in his neck, a bruised shoulder from falling into the net over and over.
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Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 1:31 AM UTC
Into the Net
Ordinary people carry action figures on their dashboard and stop in still traffic on their way to work to stare at the circus billboard wishing they could be the incredible flying man who soars above the Ferris wheel and disappears beyond the horizon. The human cannonball lives with his mother in a musty basement filled with old baseball cards, beer can memorabilia, an ash stained billiards table, Chicago Bulls jerseys, and pictures of Goldie Hawn and Evil Knievel. The human cannonball has high blood pressure, frequent anxiety, a wheat allergy, a jaw that pops when opened too wide, a crick in his neck, a bruised shoulder from falling into the net over and over.
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Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 1:31 AM UTC
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