I don't know, Mattison thinks. That's cool. I don't know, and I hereby give myself permission not to know, and to hell with it.


p. 104 - Short fiction - Hot Times in Magma City (1995)


I don't know, Mattison thinks. That's cool. I don't know, and I hereby give myself permission not to know, and to hell with it.

I don't know, Mattison thinks. That's cool. I don't know, and I hereby give myself permission not to know, and to hell with it.

I don't know, Mattison thinks. That's cool. I don't know, and I hereby give myself permission not to know, and to hell with it.

I don't know, Mattison thinks. That's cool. I don't know, and I hereby give myself permission not to know, and to hell with it.