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Slaughter-time at the bacon factory. Never forget the sounds.
I'm filling up at the truckstop when I hear those same desperate squeals again. A twin trailer loaded with hogs. Suddenly slats smash—one breaks loose. Crazed pig between the pumps—high octane panic—market-bound meat charging across the freeway. God, I'm thinking smoked ham and a five car crack-up but the creature actually makes it, disappearing in the derelict speedway where Guns N' Roses once played—pounding over the peeling asphalt toward a suburb where Blockbuster kids graffiti the display houses…as if it knew its way. All the way home.
KRIS SAKNUSSEMM is the Random House author of
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