Chapter 24
When Paul had first taken a stab at being a professional comic
book artist, he'd also worked as a pizza delivery driver for Papa
Johns. Since he was at his most creative at night - especially late
at night, Paul had taken the lunch shift. His beat up old '86
Volvo's stereo system ate tapes and that left him with nothing but
the radio. It was during these long hot afternoons zipping around
Tampa that he'd learned to appreciate the horror and spectacle that
is Rush Limbaugh. He hated just about everything that came out of
Rush's mouth and the only things worse were the dittohead callers
and their inane blathering. But for whatever reason, he couldn't
turn it off. He couldn't stop listening. Know thine enemy, as the
saying goes, or at least that's what he told himself.
