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Printed In Canada* <• ^h^ ad chr <_>n i) c his eyes could hardly focus anymore, the sun had been blinding him head-on all day as he drove across the plains towards the mountains, his sunglasses were tucked somewhere beneath all of his bags in the back, he had thought, several times, of pulling over and looking for them but it seemed with every mile that the sun would soon be gone and it would all be for not. now with his eyes red and raw he pulled over to the side of the road and, for the first time, he thought of her. he could practically smell her —her perfume, the smell she carried with her, covered by the clothes she would wear, her sandals were still in the back-seat next to her backpack and for a moment he won dered if he'd ever find anyone who wore the same size as her. some one he could give all her things to. a hitchhiker or someone at a rest stop who looked like they could use a little help, as they had driven along she'd thrown her used cigarette packages onto the floor in front of her. it was now littered with what seemed like a month's worth of nOMffiftlil.- packs even though it had only been a week since they had left home and a day or so since she had left him. food wrappers and pop cups from fast food joints along the way were strewn about the back of the 55_B car. he thought about throwing them out at the next gas station and getting a fresh start on things, holding out, eating right, trying to 1£1 hold off on the smokes until things got a little better, although he didn't know what better was right now. was it someone or something? something maybe he'd had before, he'd know when it came, she had ft decided to head back home late one night and he felt he couldn't stop her. watching her walk away he knew by morning she'd be rid­ ing with someone else and be more than half way to wherever it was she wanted to be. the highway was empty in both directions from him and he knew he should get going again and try and make a little time before it got too late, even though he had no agenda or real time to keep, he thought of her and all the "hers" before her once again as he started the car and pulled back onto the highway, one more Winston would get him a few more miles down the road, then maybe he'd know where the hell it was he was going, just one more smoke should do it. gth... from the diary of jonnie loaf boy The editors would like to apologize for yet another addition in the constant media barrage on Princess Di. However, since the diary of Jonnie Loaf Boy is a record of the life of Jonnie Loaf Boy, we have no choice but to print this crap. September 3rd Nardwuar is convinced that the royals had ,SeP'e/r)ber AU. * SPe_n< " He •« r0,hef Sh0na^e a baby since Lady Di bumped off. Well if,*6* ^°rdWUO and has been ***«* * y^, "No one believes the single drunk driver PrinCeSS ?2_ news. He canno stop to story. No one! The royals lost it when she he heard ^e ne ^ w,m _* ran off with a brown man. They lost it! Can you imagine the Queen Mum having to read the tabloids every morning over scotch and S U er k crumpets? She couldn't put up with that sort >>e sure ° to confUse fhJ P *arketcL TP *eing of hanky panky. Not with a brown man! If Di had been screwing one of the horses in r Wn Wo Y U k Cobain lo** - *° ? been (be »£ „ „t L°°° ^ito„s tn ° florolri- ?° "ld thZ ? ^w ave the royal stables, it would have been less of an embarrassment. Yes, you can be sure that the royals had Di killed. Probably made Perh t0rel nJohn a couple of calls to the Mafia. You know opSn: ^nchhi^ tooktl, c ,,. imposs^e - ,manMto\d how that worksl Ordered a couple of mo­ torcycles and black Fiats to do the dirty time work, and smash! Had her knocked off in the same way they offed Princess Grace. Those royals! They are so unimaginative. You would think they could come up with more exciting ways to kill their in-laws. U and comply $he ever otter^. ^ onl What ever happened to the old days of gl.e interest thing ^ and m Q{ pillow smothering or a good ol' behead­ ing?" I told Nardwuar to calm down, but once he gets going on a conspiracy theory, he about it. can't be held back. I was just thankful he didn't try to weave the CIA and the British secret service into his fiction. ; : • 4 October 1997 Volunteers needed. Are you an outgoing, spontaneous man or woman over the age of 19 with a never-say-die attitude and a good sense of humour? 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