![]() Always had been.Īccidents were one reason he’d been elected as Class of ’92 funniest boy, like the totally unfunny time when he hadn’t gotten the corn chips out of the vending machine in the school’s junk-food niche. ![]() That didn’t make him much happier.ĭavid – he thought of himself as David, rather than Big Dave, Daveareeno, Daveissimo, D-Man, Chips or Bug Boy– didn’t consider himself a killer. He wasn’t thinking about that, or the winter, or the storm. He needed to get out to plow the drive in the morning. A light winter wind was blowing a soft, lovely snow into the storm windows. ![]() David Birkmann sat in his living room with an empty beer can in his hand and stared sadly at his bachelor’s oversized television, which wasn’t turned on. ![]()
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