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A storm's a' comin'")

Chef Scary's rhetorical squalling is likely directed toward me, but I learned long ago to just ignore his outburts. He has his own special form of Tourette's syndrome that, like diabetes or lung cancer, he has induced by years of hard living. In a town full of degenerates and lowlifes, Scary is a special kind of zombie.
The stories that detail his personal life are too vile to repeat. In his current public persona, he is the old guy sitting on the barstool six feet away drinking Coke, smoking cigarettes, and looking like Captain Kangaroo on crack. He twitches and squints and sits quietly until his inner pot starts to boil and he begins his rants. . .