The Story of O

3 March 2012

Out on a golf course near Camp David, hole number 10, three choppers appear on the horizon. Putting dos y dos together, I assume it’s El Hombre Maximo Himself, so I make a giant “O” with both arms. The choppers change course, hover overhead, training the high beams on me.

It’s he, I know. O.

The choppers move on.

I knock the next one into the deep Bush.

Rupert Scofield


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