They say that after his son died, old Earl sat alone in his two bedroom apartment night after night building a contraption, on account of he used to be quite the inventor in his youth, you know, but the bottle of moonshine he drank each night meant his stubby greasy fingers didn’t work right so he always screwed things on the wrong way and it took months before people realized it was some sort of crude jet pack and even then they weren’t sure what to make of it since it had wings and he fueled it with the same muck he poured down his throat but sure enough one night the neighbors heard a crash and policeman Warren found Earl’s crumpled, eerily still body with the jet pack attached still whirring and a huge dent on the ceiling and people said he forgot the roof was there maybe — so celestial was his vision — and that’s why he did it or maybe he knew it was there and that’s why he did it.
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