silly@BrianKeene sat hunched over his laptop typing like mad to make a midnight deadline. Cigar smoke filled his office. Making it difficult to see where his maniacal muse wanted to take the story. Brian paused for a second and fumbled for the open bottle of Knob Creek chugging it in an effort to quench his muse. @BrianKeene began to choke on the Kentucky straight bourbon whiskey singed his throat and his face turned bright red. At the stroke of midnight, @BrianKeene took one last breath and collapsed. His chin landed squarely on his laptop colliding with the enter key, sending his manuscript to his Editor. Brian never missed a deadline, even when the death-rattle racked his broken body...
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