I would have liked to describe Donald Lompos in a more slobbering manner, but for now less is more.
The Lump’s Prologue
That same afternoon, the Lump, who would not become the Lump for almost 2 months, and was then called just Donald Lompos, was in a bar in McKinley Hills. The bar had cold air conditioning and cold beer, which were all that the Lump needed that day. He was reading the newspaper in the light from a Matt’s Beer sign. The sports section contained line scores for all the summer soccer league games, and the Lump read the results of the Hampton/Carriageville game. It noted that T. Olsen had had one assist. “T. Olsen. That’s you, Tisha,” the Lump said, and drew a circle with a red pen around her name.
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