“She’s not sick,” he said finally.
“Then why won’t she talk?” the mother wailed.
One night, a man in a black sedan pulled up. No license plate. He wore a suit that cost more than Dr. Ass’s trailer. He said his name was Mr. Cross, and he had a problem no hospital could touch.
Dr. Ass looked at the man’s immaculate cufflinks. His too-still posture. The faint smell of woodsmoke and old regrets.
Dr. Ass sighed. He’d been saving this kick for twenty years. He spun on his heel and delivered a perfect, spinning heel-kick to Mr. Cross’s posterior.
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One night, a man in a black sedan pulled up. No license plate. He wore a suit that cost more than Dr. Ass’s trailer. He said his name was Mr. Cross, and he had a problem no hospital could touch. “She’s not sick,” he said finally
Dr. Ass looked at the man’s immaculate cufflinks. His too-still posture. The faint smell of woodsmoke and old regrets. No license plate
Dr. Ass sighed. He’d been saving this kick for twenty years. He spun on his heel and delivered a perfect, spinning heel-kick to Mr. Cross’s posterior.
The legend’s name was Dr. Samuel "Cherokee" Assworthy—though no one had called him Assworthy since the Clinton administration. To the locals, he was simply .
