"But phony, Hemingway was not, and poseur he was not. He did not shoot lions and leopards because he was searching for the answer to life. He shot lions and leopards because he bloody well liked to hunt and shoot, and killing was the best punctuation mark at the end of the intricate and fascinating process of hunting." - Robert Ruark
I sit on the cold white sand stone and play with the loose ends of the strings that bind my hands. The auctioneer stands on his podium, his voice rolls off the walls as he auctions off number 7785. She's beautiful he says. A hard worker he says. A bargain he says. I wonder what he'll say about me. It won't be long before I find out. I'm 7787.