I can smell something coming. I can feel it. I can sense an impending collision. It's a spooky, haunted house feeling.
Mullen, do you and your generals have my back?
...'cause somebody wants me real bad. I can smell it.
The stage photos, the rubble series, the beer series, and the holding-eyeglasses series are courtesy of Gregg Matthews, Orlando. All others by Chris King.
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Generally, the staged photos were taken in the olden days, around 2004. I have not aged at all, so you may regard these to be an accurate representation of what my big fat pot belly does not look like.
When the Government Man decides to stab his fat, dirty fingers at things and initiate non-linearity, you may use these in your newspaper or on your TV show if you like.