By COY ASKEW
Ahssa! Copy Editor
I know Shelton well enough to know that whenever he starts calling me
by my last name that he's in one of his "tycoon" moods.
"ASKEW! Come in here!" I heard Shelton yell good natured into my room.
"Why?" I asked.
"I gotta talk to you, son," he said.
Another good sign -- Shelton and me are about the same age.
"Look at this," Shelton said, thrusting a print out in my face.
161.203.16.1 (gao-ng.gao.gov)
"Huh...so?" I looked at him, wide eyed.
"It's the GAO! It's the government in the white hats who protect us
common folk from the black helicopters and would-be fascists."
"'It can't happen here...' I mumbled."
"Anyway, maybe all our *****ing about the Secret Service making us feel
all Richard Jewel and **** is getting them in trouble and stuff."
"Uh....ok...." I looked at him, wide eyed. He was in a good mood,
that's all that mattered to me.
"'fore you know it, that dude with the Christopher Walken's voice from
Frontline will be calling us stuff, wanting to know how it feels to
have the Secret Service get all wiggy on you" he said with gusto.
I just stared at him.
Of all the bat**** things to be happy about...I thought.
"Get presentable, Askew, we're gonna have some fun...." Shelton said
with obvious glee.
The rest of the night was a blur of soju and noraebangs.
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