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A trail-cam picture is going around Truro — gray, spiny-backed, six toes, and cats missing out by the Pamet River marsh. So I went back to the original. Fall of 1981: a dozen dead cats, a 175-pound hog mauled so bad it had to be put down, and a couple on the Head of the Meadow path who swore a mountain lion strolled right past them — in a state that hasn't had a confirmed cougar since 1858. The town said it was dogs. Nobody said coyote, because there basically weren't any on the Cape yet. Plus my own run-ins with Cape coyotes down in Chatham — including the one that came sniffing around right where my old dog Mr. Waffles used to sleep. The new picture? I say it's a coyote with mange. What do you think?
In this episode, I go over the last few days of sky watching and I talked briefly about the Chris Bledsoe prophecy of October 7 and I talk astronomy a little bit and the media shower coming up in the next few days then I bleed into what’s been going on as well with the Podcast and what I plan to do possible YouTube channel coming etc. etc. not a lot of stories, but there is some information you may be interested in
So I tried to write a short story long story even shorter when I published it. It sounded like garbage. It was written with a robot voice and not mine. My buddy Dan said no dice. I’m not listening to that unless you read it so I just read it.
Here's the draft, updated for the combined 43-minute episode:
**Title:**
101: "Vendor" — I wrote a short film script, so I read the whole thing
**Description:**
I wrote a short film script called "Vendor." It's a day in the life of Reggie, a bread route driver in Central Mass, on the day before his DOT physical — the one that decides if he keeps his livelihood. Busted truck, chaotic route, and an open mic at night where he finally gets on stage. Think Super Troopers meets The Wrestler, minus the wrestling. This episode is the full screenplay, read start to finish — about 43 minutes, with an intro from yours truly. (The screenplay reading is an AI stand-in voice, not me — my throat would've filed a union complaint.) Last night, he was funny. Today, he goes to work.
I slipped in a one-liner disclosing the AI voice for the story read — figured it was better to own it with a joke than let someone guess. Want me to cut it, or tweak anything else?
From the publisher's feed