Once upon a time, the mad world got even madder, and cheeseburgers started falling from the sky.<\/p>\n
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Brock Bixby, twenty-eight, was an alright guy. Someone might have uttered a time or two that he was a good-looking guy. Not so much to get in the way of life, but not enough to help either. When he was a boy, three girls sat behind him in church. One girl whispered that Brock was cute. The second girl yelled, \u201cGross!\u201d The third one had no opinion. She could not decide if Brock was cute or gross. She thought hard about it, really wanted an opinion, but when she looked at Brock Bixby, her mind went as blank as a girl that couldn\u2019t distinguish between a puppy and a pile of coffee grounds in the trash can.<\/p>\n
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But when the mad world went really mad, every afternoon at precisely 4:30, Bixby Time, cheeseburgers did fall from the sky. It wasn\u2019t like a downpour, but more of a sprinkle, but it was cheeseburgers without a doubt. The deal was you had to run outside and keep eating them until 5:00.<\/p>\n
If you didn\u2019t follow the rules, you exploded.<\/p>\n
Poof!<\/p>\n
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This was no way to live. Brock Bixby had almost made it to thirty without a single drunk driving conviction. He could run three to five miles at a time without stopping. He was beginning to move the chains closer and closer to good-looking. But this was no way to live, was it? Even if it was sprinkling, this was a lot of cheeseburgers.<\/p>\n
It did have an unexpected impact, though. Things that used to depress Brock, little by little, almost too little for a guy to notice, just didn\u2019t depress him anymore.\u00a0There were times before when even the memory of something pleasant could be depressing, but ever since the mad world went madder, there had been a new taste of life.<\/p>\n
Somehow, eating cheeseburgers in the cheeseburger rain was cathartic, something about losing a piece of the Self with each bite, with each observed distance from the possibility of one\u2019s own explosion and the proximity of someone else\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Poof!<\/p>\n
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These were strange sensations. The sound of explosions and the competing smell of a perfectly cooked fatty cheeseburger and the smell of, well, your brother burning. Very strange.<\/p>\n
Good God, man, you weren\u2019t supposed to let anyone know you were enjoying it! The Cheeseburger Apocalypse. You weren\u2019t supposed to enjoy a thing like that.<\/p>\n
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This had to be a lot for them to digest in their brains. This called for a big change in world views. The brain is a pretty powerful tool too, but maybe some problems are just too large for mankind. It\u2019s also not just one problem if you really thought about it. It was a lot to digest.<\/p>\n
It was hard to see the other problems. Brock didn\u2019t know, for example, what Alfie Newbury was going through. How could he? For one, he didn\u2019t know Alfie existed, but I suppose that fact wouldn\u2019t have surprised him much. He had spent every minute of Bixby Time, other than 4:30 to 5:00, considering every facet of the mad mad world, but he hadn\u2019t dreamed of the angle Alfie Newbury would eventually reveal to him. How could he? The mad mad world was unpredictable! A guy could have his opinions about the limits of its capabilities, but he might as well not.<\/p>\n
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Brock supposed the best part of a crazy change in the world like this was it proved any change was capable. Literally, anything could<\/em> happen. So it didn\u2019t faze him much when the madder mad world got even madder. He liked to think things would work out. He tried to be a guy that took things in stride. He would listen to whatever the cheeseburger rain had to say.<\/p>\n Even when it said, \u201cTomorrow, there will be a fix. Tomorrow, find a stranger and a screwdriver that neither of you owned before, sit outside at 4:30 to 5:00 with your stranger and your screwdriver, and never eat a cheeseburger again. If you do this, you will be set free. If either of you doesn\u2019t do it, then you will both explode.\u201d<\/p>\n Poof! Poof!<\/p>\n That\u2019s a lot for rain to say, let alone cheeseburger rain. That\u2019s a lot to digest. The next day obviously had to be pandemonium. Even more than the first day that the cheeseburgers started to fall, and the people started to explode. This was way worse. People were everywhere, desperately trying to find another people and a screwdriver.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Brock Bixby was a tall guy. Not so much to get in the way of life, but not enough to really help either. In the crowded grocery store parking lot, he finally made eye contact with a short blonde girl. It\u2019s not that she had to be short or blonde or anything, it\u2019s just the way it worked out. He knew she was going to be his people and he knew she knew he was going to be hers.<\/p>\n He walked quickly over to her, just short of running, but for an unfortunate moment, he lost her in a crowd. When she popped out of the swarm of people, she was with another fair-looking fairly tall guy. This guy was wearing a red trucker hat.<\/p>\n The three of them stood together and introduced themselves. Her name was Megan Locke, and his name was Alfie Newbury.<\/p>\n For the first time in this madder world, Brock Bixby was unhappy. He was sure he had found his people and now was sure he had been wrong. He was sure he would have to find a new people and he wasn\u2019t sure he would be able to now. He just wasn\u2019t sure. Things seemed so perfect and now it seemed he\u2019d explode after all.<\/p>\n Well, shoot.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, it\u2019s ok,\u201d Alfie said as if he had been reading Brock\u2019s mind, as if he knew had he<\/em> been in Brock Bixby\u2019s shoes, he would hope that Megan was going to be his<\/em> people too.<\/p>\n Brock wasn\u2019t sure he wanted to hear what Alfie thought would be ok or not, but he guessed he had no other choice.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not like you guys,\u201d Alfie said, pulling the rim of his red trucker hat tight around his big head. \u201cI\u2019m on a different quest, I guess. I\u2019m not into the cheeseburger thing. You see, ever since it started, every day at 4:30, my mission, I guess you\u2019d call it.\u201d As he stammered around with whatever the hell he was trying to say, his face got redder than the red face of his trucker hat. He stopped for a bit until Megan grabbed his hand and told him everything was going to be ok. The way she said everything was going to be ok sure made Brock feel like everything was going to be ok and he could tell she had the same effect on Alfie after he pushed his hat up a bit and his face was no longer red.<\/p>\n He continued. \u201cThe deal is every day at 4:30, I\u2019ve had to masturbate until 5:00 or I\u2019ll explode.\u201d<\/p>\n Poof!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cWow,\u201d Brock said, thinking about fate in the mad world, wondering if all you really needed was love, did that even make sense, moral imperative, and the insanity of seeking rationality in an irrational world.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d Alfie said. \u201cIt\u2019s been a lot to handle. I used to just get a couple beers after work. I don\u2019t think they understand how tiring the whole thing is. I swear, it\u2019s like they don\u2019t even care. Luckily, there\u2019s a fix. I just have to find two strangers who are seeking the cheeseburger rain fix, and then I can never masturbate again.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWow,\u201d Brock said, thinking about living in a world where a guy could be punished for another schmuck\u2019s refusal to follow the rules, thinking about fairness and what does that even mean anymore, thinking about doing whatever it took not to explode himself or anyone he now knew on a first named basis.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you think? Megan said as if the world was up to Brock.<\/p>\n \u201cYou got a screwdriver?\u201d Brock said.<\/p>\n Alfie raised the screwdriver like Arthur had done Excalibur, and it made just about as much sense if you really thought about it. It made enough sense to Brock. He led them from the crowded parking lot to the yard in front of his apartment. It was 4:28, Bixby Time. 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