I’ve tried to ditch him in numerous Turkish prisons and DMZs, run him over with armored vehicles, feed him to the sharks of Malibu, dose with tainted acid on Skid Row …
only to have The Swine pop back up gleefully, insouciantly, smoking the Marlboros, swigging the Jim Beam, that I’d been saving to bribe petty dictators for safe passage across sketchy sandy borders
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